17/09/2018
Have been meaning to post this for quite some time. Perhaps one of the most memorable experiences I've had thus far. Two years ago I was in Amsterdam and stepped into Brouwerij de Prael. I checked out with a few bottles and noticed a large glass jar of hops in an orange-yellow liquid.
Me: What's in there?
Him: Hops in grain alcohol.
Me: Wow. How long has it been soaking?
Him: Since I've been working here.
Me: Ok, How long would that be?
Him: At least four and a half years. But this place has been open for seven years, so maybe as long as that.
Me: How much to try some?
Him: Um, no charge. Do you want some?
Me: Yes, please.
(gets out small paper cup)
Him: Are you sure? (looking confused and nervous)
Me: Absolutely.
(pours out roughly a half shot)
What followed was by an order of magnitude the most bitter hop taste I've experienced.... and than a warm, happy, cheerful glow for the next hour - seriously! (I was giving out random hugs like a Care Bear)