Citra Mental by naich -- beerforge.com/recipe.php#167
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Volume: 23L, Efficiency: 80%
Alcohol (ABV): 5.8%, Original Gravity: 1.060, Final Gravity: 1.015
Bitterness (IBU): 46, Colour (EBC): 8
Recipe
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Malt/Fermentables:
1. Pale Malt - Marris Otter (5 EBC) : 5431 g (98%)
2. Caramalt (30 EBC) : 139 g (2%)
Hops/flavourings:
1. Citra - AA 13.8 - (90 min) : 7 g (8%)
2. Citra - AA 13.8 - (30 min) : 17.6 g (20%)
3. Citra - AA 13.8 - (15 min) : 28.1 g (32%)
4. Citra - AA 13.8 - (1 min) : 35.4 g (40%)
Yeast: Safale US-05 (Attenuation 75%)
I hadn't checked how much MO I had left in my 25kg sack and upon emptying it I was relieved to find I was only 27g short. When I found exactly 27g of grain trapped between the plastic inner sack and the hessian outer, I thought the beer gods were smiling on me. This is what I looked like when I realised I might not have enough grain:
Overnight mash and then up in the morning for sparging and boiling and swearing. The Father's Ruin Brewery is the last word in sophisticated brewing... or should that be famous last words?:
First runnings:
The hops. Cor, they didn't half smell nice:
Hubble bubble toilet trouble:
And these are the ingredients I forgot to put in the boil.
ARGH! Bloody hell! I've done it again. It was just getting down to pitching temperature when I had that oh-so-sodding-familiar sinking feeling, as my eyes fell on the Whirlfloc tabs and salts that I had forgotten to add to the boil. I've got 23 litres of soup:
What's the point in having a checklist if you don't look at the bloody thing? Eh? Could someone beat me around the head with a wet hop until I learn please? Oh well. It's not totally ruined, I guess. It should still be drinkable, even if it is a bit on the cloudy side. The salts are verging on overkill anyway, so there should be enough in there to keep the yeasties happy.
Mmm.. doesn't that look nice:
It's 1.056, not a million miles off. The wort was quite special - huge flavours and bitterness, so I've got everything crossed that it comes out OK. It's bubbling out some nice smells at the moment. Next time I'm printing the checklist onto a sheet of A2 and hanging it a foot away from my face on a broomstick tied to my head and a boot attached to a hinge at the back to kick me up the arse.