A lager is the hardest beer to hide behind. There is no hop wall, no roast, no fruit, just malt, water, yeast and time, and every mistake you made shows up in the glass.
Floor-malted pilsner barley from a farm ninety minutes inland, plus four percent Munich for colour. Nothing else. We mash at 64 °C for a long, thin wort that ferments dry rather than sweet.
Harbour aquifer, naturally soft, treated only with a little calcium sulphate to sharpen the bitterness. Soft water is the single biggest reason this beer tastes the way it does, and it is the one ingredient we cannot buy.
Primary at 9 °C for twelve days, then a diacetyl rest, then five weeks lagering just above freezing. The beer drops bright on its own and goes to the tank unfiltered.
Small-batch brewery and twelve-tap room on the harbour. Cold-fermented, unhurried, poured properly.