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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Bruery, Provisions Series: Gunga Galunga is the Black Swan?

Got four lobster tails from the store today at lunch. Had a really productive, purge of a day. Got rid of a bunch of old shit from my desk, organized some things that I'd been putting off, had a couple productive meetings.
Came home and started making a lobster bisque. Took longer than I expected, but Sarah, Mark and Kevin were coming over to watch Black Swan so I felt a little rushed. Took some work, but it was delicious.
Black Swan was also amazing. Again.
Smell of this is really interesting. Almost like a cough syrup, but maybe that's some misplaced nostalgia for my cold remedies? In fairness, I think it's the lime and dark malt combo.
Tight carbonation and solid black, almost stout, flavor. The lime is very present. Since I don't know what galanga is, I have no idea what it would smell or taste like. I really like this.
Mila Kunis. Probably obvious coming off the Black Swan, and still being a little lovestruck. Dark, but with a twist of lime, like a dark and stormy. Only beer. Whoa, actually, you could replace the Ginger beer in a D&S with coffee and probably get something like this.
UPDATE: I looked up galanga and it's blue ginger! I got the dark and stormy totally right.

Gunga Galunga....Gunga, Galunga-Lagunga (The Bruery Provisions series)

Chalk up another reason why The Bruery is awesome; they named one of their Provisions series after a Bill Murray / Caddyshack quote. Unfortunately the internet Nazi's have disabled the audio for all the video clips of the scene so I can't post it but below is the quote. It is tummy-tickling hilarious that they actually named a beer after an improvised Tibetan phrase from a golf comedy.
Carl Spackler: "A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."

The Gunga Galunga beer is a black ale brewed with galanga (ginger), kaffir lime and fermented with brettanomyces, whatever that nanobot sounding material is.
I lost my Caddyshack box and this was in arm's reach, what can you do?
Strangely enough, it smells like icy hot. There are super dark malts with crazy fruit flavors and a little citrus thrown in for good measure. The Gunga and the Premiere have intense profiles. This beer is kiwi coffee on steroids. It's wild. I don't know who could drink this often but it's worth a shot if you're into fruity coffee beer. ARMAGEDDON rating.