An experiment in ageing and “cutting” beer.
After a Cherry Wheat Beer fails to carbonate, I set it off in two new, and radically different directions.
The foam of my beer tells the unfinished history of this universe, from Big Bang to self-reflection to the final pop of maximum entropy.
If you stumble blindly and incompetently into your brewing masterpiece, will you ever be able to revisit that triumph?
Why was Dany Prignon – the George Best of Belgian brewing, its Richard Feynman, its Doctor Who, if you will – enquiring after my drinking habits?