Kasteelbier Tripel Blonde 11%

Brewed by Brouwerij Van Honsebrouck
Style: Abbey Tripel
Ingelmunster, Belgium

Poured to a hazy golden orange, with medium white head that lingered through mid-glass, and decent lacing. Aroma was a tart, spicy fruit, almost a green apple smell. Taste was very spicy and fruity and at the beginning, the 11% alcohol was well hidden. As beer warmed at mid-glass, alcohol became more evident, but blended well with the spices. Finish was very long and warming, as alcohol made its presence known. I sipped on this for over 40 minutes, and am glad I did, as I got to expereience the beer changing as it warmed. A good to very good beer.

Golden amber with bubbly white head. Sweet spicy malt aroma. Sour spicy flavor.

Hazy yellow gold hue, with a frothy white head, leaving nice laces, yeasty, sweet corn nose, hint of sweet warming alcoholic notes, pale malt, bready dough, and a honeyish accent in the aroma follows through on medium-bodied palate with a yeasty, sweet honeyish alcoholic character, bready note, corny accent, hint of graininess, leading towards a warming alcoholic finish.

On tap. Opaque gold with delicate white head. Aroms is musty/cheesy, fruity, and spicy. Flavor is the same with a touch oif malt to finish.

Pours a beautiful golden yellow with a large head that lasts for a good 5 minutes. Good carbonation and great lacing. I actually thought the 11% was masked very well. A sharp tartish taste. This was very good.

Bottle from Utobeer. Golden crystal clear with a sparse, sparse head. But don’t be fooled by the colour, at 11% this blond packs a wallop. Spicy apple aroma with a strong taste of alcohol, the whole experience reminicent of organic apple cider, even down to the subtle carbonation. Pleasant if you have the pallate for such things otherwise leave this one to the ol’ country boys.

750 mL bottled 10/2005. Gold. Large, fluffy, white head. Nose of doughy, musty, yeast, light colored fruits, perfume, sweet malt, and alcohol. Flavor adds subtle toffee, some floral/herbal spiciness, heavy whole wheat bread. Very dry finish, alcoholic and yeasty. Full, well carbonated palate matches the charater nicely. Solid brew. Any reason it’s not a triple?

this big boy was tangled in some bob wire, he was down and thrashin’. i cooled him some and did that fancy horse-whisper shit so’ze i could get near and pull off that wire and ease back the cork. i done it gentle and then BOOM come that cork like a festered sore. well stuff my boots with sand burrs if’n that bronc didn’t rear back and bite me in mean mule-spirited dis-gratitude: i mean i got me straight-away a sucker punch in the nose of moonshine, dog blanket and wood glue. then i seen me sompthin wadn’t quite right with this here critter. he’s a lobin’ sideways to a real triple, he got no yeast, got a pale yaller color. t’aint right. he got him a sure nuff purdy mane, tho, a head set up thar flowin’ like an assateague pony’s locks in a head wind. spirit! he got that! well i tell ya friends i circled that stallion, feelin’ like a pork chop at a fat farm, generally outnumbered like a four foot dude facin’ a two ton bull. he barked all kinda unnecessary rattlesnake venom my way, i hollered back "whata you? huh? a banana daiquiri or a malt liquor?" i mean he tasted like a twinkie soaked in jet fuel. truth is, i knowed he was a good-hearted steed but he’d been a-handled brutal. t’wasn’t ol’ kasteels fault he’d turned out so onery. coulda been raised up with ripe barlet pear sweetness, meller an’ refined. but no, ’stead he smelt like all tore up pine boards-- a mixture of milk an vodka that cha drank until ya damn-near died with yer snout in the sod under some lemon-scented honeysuckle. well, i darn near shit me a t-bone that night but i think i come to understand this poor critter. an’ it’s a damn shame. a rich little tripel done got hisself all mixed up in meth-amphetamine. sigh. i seen me some little fairies and twinklies before i got my self home jes before dawn, but it remembers me: even out in belgium, boys-- y’all best watch yer backsides.