Ah Spring, a time of renewal and rebirth when, as Tennyson wrote, “… a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love.” And nothing facilitates reciprocation of those thoughts by a young woman like a little Maibock.
As the crocuses thrust through the recently frozen terra firma, all 33 of our breweries from Hawaii to Maryland mash a massive amount of malt to fill their tanks with this elegant elixir of love. Unlike its darker and stronger close cousin Winter Bock, with its roasted almost mocha character, the Maibock has a more delicate fulvous or tawny tangerine hue, and is eminently more quaffable. It is less of an “Extreme” beer, it is just extremely delicious.
Mai is the German word for the lusty month of May, as in “Thank you very much, may I please have another magnificent Maibock.” This luscious lager style originated way back in the 14th century in the Northern German city of Einbeck, which with the dialect sounded like “ein pock” and evolved into simply Bock.
We will go through over a thousand barrels or two thousand kegs of Maibock. That is nearly a quarter million special sleek and sexy glasses. We can’t wait for Mai, so we tap it in early April, which is German for April.
See you on the patio.
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