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This spring, my bride and I decided to go to Asheville (North Carolina) – a great place for beer lovers, which we have already visited more than once. Asheville is a small beer paradise, which is full of both large and small breweries, each of which seeks to occupy its own niche both in the local beer community and on the national beer scene. This is a great place to get acquainted with national trends and see how they are embodied in a single locality, literally living in beer. In addition, here you can take a good walk and eat delicious donuts, but this is off topic.
Sitting on the terrace of a large regional brewery (so be it, it was New Belgium) one wonderful day, in the middle of a wonderful vacation, my bride took a sip of her muddy IPA and immediately made a grimace. Note that this woman loves craft beer and adores Indian pale ale all her life. She also does not mind the muddy NEIPA. Her reaction was not caused by an initial prejudice to this style – she chose this muddy IPA from many other varieties, knowing full well what she could expect. But what she said later perfectly reflects one of the main problems of modern brewing. Continue reading