Showing posts with label ICE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ICE. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 August 2009

Ice versus hop

More from Lager pioneer Charles Graham. This time, his reasoning for why Lager could be made more cheaply than Ale. It's all to do with preservation.

"Hitherto, the great cost of ice has seemed an insuperable difficulty in regard to brewing lager beers in England. As to the quantity of ice required for the cooling of the wort, keeping the primary fermentation at the right temperature, and providing for several month s of subsequent lagering, this necessarily varies with the nature of the cellars; we may, however, take the total amount of ice needed on an average for a hectolitre of beer as 200lb., or 3cwt. for one barrel of 36 gallons. The ice-making machine of Professor Linde, of Wiesbaden, of which there is a drawing on the screen, is an improved form of the ammonia machines. This apparatus has successfully established its value in several of the largest breweries in Germany, Austria, and elsewhere. Thus Dreher, of Vienna, Sedlmayer, of Munich, Jacobsen, of Copenhagen, and many others are now using this machine. In Munich. Stuttgart, Frankfort, Amsterdam, and Paris, works have been established for making crystal ice for sale to brewers and others. The manufactory at Munich turns out 50 tons of ice daily. We see, therefore, that ice thus made can compete with natural ice. and that in Munich and Stuttgart, Frankfort and Mayence, where the cold in winter is far greater than here, and where coal is dearer, yet it pays brewers there to use this method. The cost of ice in London, including wear and tear, interest and renewal charges, would be under 6s. per ton, and therefore the cost in London for the 3cwt. of ice required for 36 gallons of lager beer would be about l0d.; I will however take Is. as the maximum cost. In doing so I am exceeding the estimate made by Professor Linde and Herr Rhens, who are members pi this Society, and who have supplied me with the information in question. The ice cost, then, of a barrel of Bavarian beer would be 1s. Let us see, however, whether there be no compensating advantages. First, then, in regard to the hops. A quarter of malt yields 4 barrels of 1057 gravity, or what would be a more useful conversation beer, 5 barrels of 1045 gravity. If this were a bitter ale the hops used would be some 16lb. in the copper, and 2lb. in the cask in dry hopping, together 18lb. The German system substitutes ice in place of so much hop as a means of preserving the beer, and .only employs for the same weight of malt—

For Schenck (Anglice running) ales, 4lb.
For Bavarian Lager beers, 3.75 lb. to 5 lb.
For Pilsen ales, 6 lb. to 7.5 lb.; in rare cases 9 lb.

Taking 6lb. of hops as the amount in extra hopped Bavarian beer arising from a quarter of malt, we see that there would be a saving of 12lb. of hops. If, on the other hand, we take Pilsen beer, or a Vienna beer, we would still save some 9lb. of hops, in the least. I have taken bitter ale of 1045 gravity as a standard in comparing the relative cost of hops and ice as preserving agents ; because a mild ale of 1045 cannot be a store beer, it will not keep long. Even if we take a mild beer of 1057 gravity we must yet employ in the copper and cask some 8lb. to l0lb. of hops, if we desire to keep the beer for some months. Hops vary in price from one season to another, and hence it is rather difficult to obtain an average price; but I think I am not far wrong if I take Is. per Ib. as the average price of new hops of the best quality, taking one year with another. Thus the cost of the ice method of preserving compared with hops will become : 5 barrels of English bitter ale of 1045 sp.gr. require 18lb. of hops, and a similar quantity and gravity of Bavarian would require 6lb., a saving here of 12s.; from this must be deducted 1s. per barrel for the ice, we have a balance of 7s. left in favour of the ice process over hops as a preserving medium. This is not all Owing to the low initial heat, and repeated boiling of the goods, more albuminous matters are left in the beer, and therefore a greater fulness on the palate is produced. Such a source of fulness is carefully avoided in the English process which uses hard water, high initial heat, heavy hopping, and low attenuation, in order to lessen the albuminoids in the beer. Not only are these precautions taken. We find English brewers competing with each other for the finest barleys, that is, those with the least yield of soluble albuminoids, in the Saale, Saumur, and other districts. They thus raise the price of these high-class barleys to an extent which astonishes the German brewer, who is at the same time buying his barleys at a much lower figure. The introduction of the ice method for the preservation of beer, if it were to become at all general, would be of benefit to our second class barleys grown on heavy land and to our Scotch barleys generally. The ice process, therefore, gives the brewer a considerable advantage in regard to the cost of malt; this, of course, means that by competition the public would reap the benefit.

What are the consumers' interests in this ice versus hop method of preserving beer ? Hops contain narcotic substances ; indeed, formerly, and now sometimes, hops were used in place of opium to produce sleep, and not only do we use far too much in our ales, especially the bitter ales, but we also gather our hops too late. In Bohemia and Bavaria the hops are gathered before the strobiles open and before the seed forms, and this is done in order to avoid too much of the narcotic substances, which increase with the formation and ripening of the seed. Professor Sell, of Berlin, has recently pointed out the great increase in the narcotic substance, which takes place if the seeds are allowed to ripen. In England we wait until the seeds are ripe, and thus secure more of these narcotic substances in our ales. Again, the Bavarian or Austrian brewer never employs hops in the cask ; Germans, indeed, object strongly to dry hopping, as making the beer narcotic. The ice process is therefore, from an hygienic point of view, better than the hop process.

To sum up the chief characteristics of the Bavarian store or lager beer, we find it less attenuated and therefore less alcoholic, richer in dextrine and albuminoids and carbonic acid, and that little or none of the narcotic action of the hop arises from its use. Thus it follows that a German can drink much more of his beer than we can of ours. We cannot use ours for conversational purposes, and in hot weather it is not a safe beverage to quench thirst. In fact. I do not suppose that there are many gentlemen in this room who would venture to drink more than a pint of ale in the middle of the day if he had head work to do in the afternoon. Many persons cannot even take half a pint at luncheon if work is to follow. Now it would require much more Bavarian beer to have the same soporific effect.

. . . . .

In conclusion, I must add that the unpleasant pitch flavour, which some people take for garlic, is not essential to the lager beer process, since we have other means of preserving the wood of the cask without using pitch for the purpose. The Germans have become accustomed to the flavour, but lager beer brewed for Englishmen should omit this flavour. English ales will hold their position for a long time to come, since we have become accustomed to the alcohol and hops, and a change in the public taste must ever be a slow process; and, in addition, there are many who in winter time would much prefer English ale at dinner or luncheon to Bavarian or Bohemian; for conversation purposes, and for a summer beverage, I think the ice-cold, delicate flavoured lager beer is sure to come into favour in England as it has elsewhere; and I shall be glad to find that my explanation of the German process and the character of the beer produced may lead some among us to consider the question of lager beer brewing in some of the large towns in this country. "
"Journal of the Society of Chemical Industry" 1882, pages 23 - 25

I've never seen it argued before that ice could replace hops. It's a fascinating argument. Of course, British beer no longer has anything like the alcohol or hop content of the Ales Graham describes. Nor is ice used to preserve it. Sort of undermines his argument a bit.

It's ironic that, by the time Lager became dominant in Britain that it was actually stronger than most Ales. Lager as a healthy, more responsible option. Not many in the media would claim that now.

Monday, 10 August 2009

Bamberg - Amsterdam

I'm used to getting up early. Breakfast at eight am was no problem. The earlier we ate, the more time we would have in Bamberg. I'd not been there in three years and wanted to make the most of the opportunity.

Mike had spent most of the trip looking for two things: a hat and a stein with a lid. He'd found a hat in Gößweinstein. The stein he picked up in Sonne, just as we were leaving.

The stumpy, green Deutsche Reichsbahn coaches were still parked in Ebermannstadt station, but there was no sign of the steam locomotive. We caught a train just after nine, destination Forchheim. A spanking new, cheerful red DMU. We had to wait a while to get on, while a party of 700 teenagers got off. It's surprisingly popular, the Forchhem - Ebermannstadt branch line.

Engineering works meant we had to get a bus from Forchheim. No big deal, as it's not that far. It wasn't much past when, baggage stashed in a locker, we walked boldly towards town. First scheduled stop: Fässla. Spotting a bakery on the way, I picked up Dolores's present. A sourdough loaf. I'm so generous.

Once on Obere Königstrasse, I mad a slight detour to Bamberger Weissbierhaus. To check what beer they were selling since the demise of Maisel. Turned out they were still selling Maisel beer. The one from Bayreuth. Sounds fair enough.

Fässla gets little geek love compared to Schlenkerla, Spezial, Mahr's, or even Keesmann. I'm not sure why. They've a varied range of liquid beers (using "solid" as an adjective to describe beer is just silly). And I really like the pub. Its corridor, hatch and multiroom layout reminds me of the Leeds pubs in drank in as a young man.

Given the early hour, it was surpisingly full. There is one thing that pisses me off about Fässla. The fake barrels. I wish they wouldn't do that. Either have proper barrels or normal pressure pumps. For the first time, we didn't order Dunkles. They didn't have one on draught. Instead we had Lagerbier. "What style would you call this, Mike?" I teased. "Is it more of a Landbier or a Vollbier?" "Shut up and drink."

We didn't go into Spezial. We were saving that for the walk back. Instead we headed straight into town. I told you it had been a while since I'd been in Bamberg. I got a little disorientated, though I didn't mention this to Mike. We were trying to make our way to Schenkerla. "It's down this way." I said confidently, picking a street at random. We were bound to hit the river eventually, then we'd be sorted.

"Ooh look. There's a bookshop." As usual, the drink section had 12,000 wine books, a few hundred whiskey books and a whole shelf dedicated to cocktails. Beer was represented by two Michael Jackson books, translated into German. I had more luck the area dedicated to Franconia. A colourful book about 100 breweries in the Bamberg area. While I was paying for it Mike found a map that marked all the Franconian breweries. And the playing cards that together with it made up some sort of game. Best get all those, too, then.

Mike was beginning to doubt my navigational skills. "Do you know where your going?", he asked. "Of course I do." I lied. A second-hand bookshop came into view. Getting lost had its advantages. "I'll just take a quick look in here." Mike tapped on his watch in irritation. He must have been getting hungry again. It didn't take but a couple of seconds to see they had nothing of interest in stock.

I finally relented and looked at my map. As I wasn't sure where we were, it didn't help much. "It must be this way." Mike said in exasperation. I was still rotating the map, trying to get it to match the streets. We stumbled upon the river. "Told you it would be simple." I said cheekily. Mike was silent.

With great relief we eventually planted our arses in Schlenkerla's beer garden. Very pretty, it is. In a baroque courtyard. Baroque apart from the gothic church, that is. It was crowded. Mostly with pensioners. It looked like a coach party, but they were friendly and in good spirits.

"Can we go somewhere else to eat?" Mike said after perusing the menu. "What?" I'd spotted Bierhaxe and was in no mood to shift. With ran through our options as we drank draughts of Rauchbier. I caught the waitress's eye. "Can I have a Rauchbierschnapps, please." That would help me think better.

Mike relented and agreed we should stay put. He must have seen the pathetic look on my face as I contemplated missing out on Bierhaxe. The pensioners were most amused when I photographed my beer. They can't move much in geek circles. It's become de rigeur.

The food was stunningly good, in an unassuming way. You can bugger off with all that fancy stuff. The simplicity of German food is a thing of timeless beauty. All you need is a pig, an oven, a few dumplings or potatoes and away you go. To food nirvana.

On the way out we stopped at their shop. We'd got eight hours on trains. How many half litres would I need? Much rather drink Schlenkerla than take pot luck at the station or on the train. (Though the alkies at the station had been drinking bottles of Fässla. Don't you just love Franconia?) The number of bottles I bought (four) was limited more by my carrying than drinking capacity. I got a bottle of Rauchbierschnapps, too.

Bamberg is much more touristy nowadays. More beer touristy as well. The shop opposite Schlenkerla, along with the usual tourist tack, also had a fairly reasonable range of Bamberg beers. I picked up a T-shirt for Andrew. All my presents bought and still two hours to go. I was well ahead of schedule.

On our way back through town I spotted another secondhand bookshop. Mike didn't say anything, but I could see by the look on his face that he'd hoped my bookshopping was over for the day. "Do you have any books about beer?" They had three. Including a technical book called "Die Bierbrauerei", published in 1915. Perfect. I bought it. [I just checked on the web to see if I could find the author. I couldn't. But I did download 8 books from Google Books with Bierbrauerei in their title. And ordered another two from Abebooks.]

"That's me done with bookshops for today." I said when I came out. "Glad to hear it."

Rather than rush too much, we'd planned a limited number of stops. Spezial was our last. As we neared there was a smell I recognised from my youth. It used to waft over the palying fields from the nearby Castle Brewery. It was the smell of boiling wort. "They must be brewing." Mike didn't seem very impressed. Food is the only smell he's interested in.

I really like Spezial's beer garden. It's another courtyard, really. With the pub on one side and the brewery on another. We found a table on the shady side and ordered two Rauchbiers. Mike was soon gazing longingly at the meals of our fellow customers. I think he's got a tapeworm. He'd been searching vainly for a butchers all over town. They aren't usually difficult to find in Germany. All Bamberg's appear hidden. He wanted a snack for the train.

We only had time for a couple. Didn't want to miss the train. First a regional train to Würzburg and from there an ICE to Hannover, where we picked up our last connection to Amsterdam.

Getting to the buffet car on the ICE was great fun. How can I count the obstacles? A dog, wheelchair, several hundred wheelie bags, dossing youngsters, protruding feet, a few hundred more wheelie bags. "A Pils, a sandwich and an Asbach please."

Sitting in the bar was pleasant. I tried not to think about the obstacle course between me and my seat. Another Asbach took my mind off it for a minute.

There weren't the same number of obstructions on the way back. There were more. I tried to just think of the Krug of Schlenkerla waiting by my seat. A poor DB employee was trying to push a trolley of coffee and snacks through the train. "Can you help me lift my cart over these bags?" No problem, mate. I shouldn't complain about my job.

Did I mention we sat in a compartment? Just me, Mike and a bloke with smelly sandwiches. The bloke also had what looked like a cool box on the floor. I wondered if he'd let me put my beer in it. What did it say on the top? "Menschliches Knockenmark". Must have been some sort of quark in it. Or yoghurt.

I didn't mange to finish off all my bottles of Schlenkerla. Too knacked. The last four hours of the journey dragged and dragged and dragged. I got back to Amsterdam Zuid a minute after 11 pm. Why hadn't I taken off the next day?