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Steven Coulson
Steven has been drinking beers, wines and spirits for decades and has a propensity to go about them at length after a few drinks.
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Navigating the Complexities of Craft Beer Language: Confessions from a Bottle Share
Craft beer enthusiasts often find themselves in the intriguing world of intricate flavors, aromas, and brewing techniques. However, among the plethora of terms that adorn our conversations, some of us occasionally stumble into realms of pretentiousness without really grasping the language.
During a recent bottle share, I encountered a classic moment of over-enthusiasm. One guest unveiled a barrel-aged sour, and without missing a beat, I chimed in with elaborate jargon. I mentioned my “appreciation for the characteristic Brettanomyces interacting with oak tannins, resulting in beautiful phenolic compounds.” In hindsight, I realized I had little understanding of what “phenolic compounds” even are. It felt like I was stringing together terms I’d plucked from various wine discussions or half-remembered Brewing podcasts, hoping to sound knowledgeable.
To my surprise, everyone nodded as if I had unveiled a profound insight! Emboldened, I took my commentary a step further and delved into how the beer “expresses local terroir through indigenous microflora.” While I was proud of my ability to appear erudite, it was merely a mash-up of phrases that sounded impressive but lacked real substance.
Not too long ago, I caught myself remarking on a beer’s “mouthfeel complexity,” when, in truth, I simply meant it had a thick taste. It dawned on me that I was navigating the world of craft beer like it was a game of mad libs. Words flowed freely, but the understanding behind them often fell short.
It raises an intriguing question: are we, as craft beer lovers, merely echoing the sentiments of those around us? Are we so wrapped up in the allure of sophisticated descriptors that we sometimes forget the sheer enjoyment of a well-crafted brew? I can’t help but wonder if many fellow beer aficionados share my sentiment—do we all fall into this pretentious trap at times?
Let’s open up the floor to our own experiences. What’s your story of sounding more knowledgeable than you truly felt while discussing beer?