![]() It would ferment at about 37 or 38 degrees, he said, and be ready to drink in two, maybe three days. The beer was a marvel in itself, but my moment of awe came when Røthe explained the fermentation. ![]() This true barleywine was clean in its profile, and I had to ponder how many beers would taste as good warm as they do cold while being as flat as a pancake. Røthe poured it into wine glasses for us, and it was flat like wine-totally without carbonation. It was equally delicious both ways: deeply malty from the long boil but not thick or cloying, getting balance from a gentle bitterness and distinctive twist of orange-like citrus character. First, we tasted it cool, then warm-he heated it in a cup by setting it in the boiling wort. Every now and then, Røthe would take some of those additional runnings and add it to the kettle-why waste a drop?-which boiled and reduced for more than six hours to make his potent version of Vossaøl, or Voss ale, which would finish at 10 or 11 percent ABV. The smell of them was in the air, mingling with sweet wort. We knew there were juniper branches in the bottom of that mash tun, and we saw more piled in a trailer out front. ![]() The kettle was almost full, but lautering continued-slowly-off to the side. At its heart was a steaming, bubbling kettle of magic potion, directly heated by a log fire. The weather was brisk in the Dyrvedalen valley, in Norway’s Voss region, but it was warm inside Bjørne Røthe’s wooden shed. ![]()
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