Dieu du Ciel Corpus Christi

Brewed by Dieu du Ciel
Style: American Pale Ale
Montreal, Canada

Serve in Lager glass, Shaker, Tulip

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draught. deep copper-brown coloured body with a small head. rye essence becomes more apparent as the glass warms and is very inviting, there are also fruit and yeast notes. soft malt body and lots of rye flavour with a fairly low hop profile. balance is nice and easy drinking. very good.

Robe brune aux reflets cuivrés surmontée d’une mousse beige fugace.Arômes de seigle, de café et de houblon. Saveurs de café, de seigle et de fruits rouges. Corpulente, dense même. Sirupeuse... L’aigre, l’acide, le sucré et l’amer sont bien balancés.

Aroma:light rye and spices.... Appearance:amber,light head.... Flavor:spicy,rye flavor and a lot of malt flavor...

Pinte provenant d’un fût. Bière brassée spécialement pour le 7e anniversaire du Dieu du Ciel. Arôme: Odeur de seigle et d’épices. Apparence: Couleur ambrée légèrement voilée. Aucun col. Aucune bulle. Fine dentelle sur le verre. Saveur: Seigle (Ressort très bien) et de fleurs. Durée moyenne de l’arrière goût. Palette: Le corps est moyen avec une texture mince. Moyenne effervescence en bouche. Arrière goût de céréale. (Rating #284)

Small fine head, brown amber look, quiet looking beer. Light, faint aroma, earthy hop notes. Medium bodied, rye added smoothness to its texture which I always do like it. Nice body, light woody character and late bitter end. Runs a bit flat with time.

This was the special Beer made to commemorate Dieu du ciel’s 7th anniversary. I chatted with JF, the brewer about it, he admitted that he hoped people didn’t like it too much, because he used an obscene amount of rye to make it, and the mash bed was this gelatinous nightmare that was a bitch to sparge.
Dark amber, with a thick, graying head. Rye bread, peppery and spicy nose, but with perhaps a little permed hair in there, but I don’t think it was caused by infection, or else I would have picked it up in the taste quickly.
Whoh, I didn’t ask JF the amounts of rye involved, but this one was the most creamy, thick pale ale ever! It coated the tongue, mouth, uvula, oesophagus, etc. It was like kaopectate, but without the chalky taste. It did taste like pumpernickel, a subdued malt and hop profile and a surprisingly light finish. Quite a surreal Beer experiment!

Unfiltered hazy amber with rusty reflects. Big crystal malts abound in the aroma while the chunky rye comes out obvious, immediately spicy, sweet, bready and a fair match to the woody, highly citrusy hops. The huge, chewy, not sticky, but definitely thick in an oatmeal fashion mouthfeel is its originality pinnacle. It breaks your ability to quaff it, but enhance your interest and I’ll have to drink more of it to make sure if it accentuates your overall enjoyment as well. Very experimental, apparently the rye caused lots of cleaning nuisance so it might not be remade again, but this is experimental brewing at its best and sets your mind really thinking about the beer.. Do I enjoy it or not? I don’t know!

Cloudy amber pour with a thin white head that leaves a nice coating of lace on the glass. Aroma of mild hops, caramel and a spicyness associated with rye. Flavor of floral hops, fruits, caramel and rye, it finishes sweet. The palate is dry with a light to medium thickness. At first I didn’t like it too much but it kind of grown on me after a couple sips, I think it’s a good beer but I had higher expectations for a DDC anniversary beer.

The Lure:
Floating citrus fruit of all kinds atop a grainy cereal broth. Inviting yet never overwhelming. Earthiness roams within the oranges, a wealthy number quietly suggesting a tongue-first dive.

The Festivities:
An obese, viscous cereal body becomes a burden to the quaffing half way through the glass. There must be way more rye in this than most rye ales. Fruity hops blend perfectly with the flavorful, suave malts, achieving succulent balance. Yeast and rye take a lot of room on the palate, creating an earthy, wooden, resinous character, which is in unison with bitterness hops. If the palate wasn’t hindering subsequent sips with its massive girth, I would love this.

Transcendence:
A winter coat in indian summer.