Ridiculous Cellaring Stories

I found some cave-aged MGD while backpacking the panhandle of Idaho once. Didn't want the shits while on the trail just in case, so I took 2 cans back with me. Found out through here they were something like 8 years old from their can code. Opened one and it was remarkably like a gose- salty, tart with lemon zest, an actual improvement over the fresh version. The second can was promptly drank with little ceremony and now I wish I could remember where we found those.

 

How about cellaring in sand?

http://www.beeradvocate.com/community/threads/weird-cellar-idea.109027/

 

Did it actually happen though? And what's more, is Ohio's power grid that bad the man had to worry about it when planning his cellar?

 

That entire thread was genuine comedy gold.

 

Funny you mention this. My brother and I plan on doing this this weekend with said beer. We saved 2 bottles, probably gonna put them in some pvc and cap the ends, and bury (with a shovel). It's bound to become our new Thankgiving tradition, dig em up and replace with a new beer each year.

 

I want to bury my beer now.

 

Better remember where it's buried. Ever see Fargo?

 

Would be worth considering for some of my older super rare beers.

 

I did a Bigfoot experiment. Took two bottles from my cellar, one was perfect cellar conditions for 3 years the other got the fucked up treatment, days in the sun, exposure to direct heat, temperure changes, days and nights on the porch. Brought both to a tasting, the fucked-up-version was better in my opinion, it had more age and less hop flavor but it had that fantastic American Quad(the term I use to describe hopped up BW with age) profile of a great aged hopped-up-BW

 

i say bury it with you in your coffin, dig it up later for your friends to enjoy. 8 ft under has to be a pretty consistent temp