If I were to creatively title my posts, this one would be Galt Knife or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Butterscotch. My second crack at a Grand River Galt Knife Old Style Lager proved to be just as confusing as the first, with a distinct butterscotch flavour that appeared to be purposely put in my glass. This butterscotch doesn’t have the same headache-inducing qualities, leading me to think it is not diacetyl at work but just the malts. And the strange thing was that when combined with some distinct breadiness and bitter, grassy hops, it comes together in quite a nice package. Add in some grainy aromas and a spicy zing and you’ve got a lager that is like no other, even other so-called premium lagers like those from Creemore and Brooklyn.
Today: 500mL. Year-to-date: 95.33L.