The first smoked beer I ever had was from Schilling Beer Co. up in Littleton, New Hampshire, and I remember fondly the campfire sensation I got from opening up the crowler we brought back home with us. It’s been a very seasonal favorite of mine ever since. Naturally, that meant I had to write about the history when given the chance. So here I am.
As usual, my fascination with history is less about understanding where beer comes from, though there is that, but about where we come from, because the way we made beer is a reminder of what we were limited to in terms of technology, and thus proof of how far we’ve come. Y’know. Big brain stuff.
You can check out the full piece at Hop Culture.