#mysterious actually-delicious rosé where are you....

[queenlua]

@jaggedwolf said: east coast is unwisely awake and would like to know what you’re drinking

the west coast salutes you for your service

& also, yeah, i'm drinking an incredibly mid Washington State rosé, because what is summer for if not drinking (generally mid) rosé all day

[catgirls4misa]

chaennie college au

a/n: another drabble! i hope you enjoy!

jennie kim has never been one to listen to other’s advice. for some reason when someone tells her to do something she gets a strong urge to do the opposite. which is why when jisoo catches her staring at the tall, pink-haired girl from across the library and tells her to stay away from her, she can’t stop her interest from piquing.

“why?” jennie asks curiously, still dark eyes still staring at the mystery girl.

“rosé has quite the reputation and i think it would be best if you didn’t get caught up in it.” jisoo replies, nose still stuck in her book about some random old guy who said something about politics and then died decades before they were even born.

“rosé?” jennie echoes, testing the way the name rolls off of her tongue. “she looks harmless to me,” she adds.

“why don’t you go tell lisa that? i’m sure she would agree that the girl who led her on for months is just as harmless as you think she is.” jisoo says dryly as she flips a page.

“but i thought lisa said that girl’s name was chaewon? chaeyeon? something like that.” jennie says, her face scrunching up in confusion.

“it’s chaeyoung, which is her actual name, but she goes by rosé most of the time, i’m pretty sure.”

jennie let’s out a small “oh” at the realization that the girl standing across the room from them is the same exact girl who left lisa broken-hearted, and in turn, ruined their whole summer considering they had to deal with the aftermath of ‘chaeyoung’ dumping lisa out of nowhere.

jisoo suddenly slamming her book shut makes jennie jump in her spot, causing her to finally tear her eyes away from rosé and meet jisoo’s hard stare. “i’m serious jennie. you can not get with that girl. don’t even talk to her, okay? we saw how hurt lisa was by her, how do you think it would make her feel if she found out one of her closest friends was messing around with her ex? not only that but it’s not like you’re invincible either, there’s a chance you could get just as hurt as lisa did.”

“okay, okay! i wasn’t actually going to do anything, i just thought she was cute. but now i know she’s not as cute as she seems and i should definitely mind my business. i hear you loud and clear jichu,” jennie says with a thumbs up.

jisoo stares at her for a second before letting out a deep breath, “okay, good. now do you want to get something to eat? i need a break from studying and i’m starving.”

“yeah sure, let’s go!” jennie chirps as she stuffs her things into her bag and gets up. jisoo follows suit and the two of them are on their way out of the library and to the udon place that jisoo won’t stop talking about.

as the two of them walk and jennie half listens to whatever jisoo’s saying, adding commentary when necessary, she can’t stop her gaze from wandering to where she last saw rosé. almost immediately jennie’s eyes land on the girl and butterflies erupt in her stomach when their eyes meet. the two of them maintain eye contact, neither of them backing down before rosé smirks and turns away, her attention going back to the bookshelf.

“hello, earth to jennie, are you even listening to me?” jisoo whines childishly.

“what? oh! um yeah, you said something about the seaweed soup at that place, right?” jennie asks.

“yeah, and the dumplings too, momo said they’re amazing. we’ll have to get both,” jisoo says, continuing her rant about the delicious foods they need to try as they exit the library. while jennie’s full attention is on jisoo, she can’t shake the feeling that she got at the smirk rosé sent her. that girl was definitely bad news, jennie thinks to herself.

[wineanddinosaur]

12 Things You Should Know About Brewery Ommegang

If you’re looking for a beer to impress your friends, pair with charcuterie, or challenge your ability to contemplate both the dizzying effects of high alcohol by volume (ABV) and the subtle mechanics of spice and carbonation, look no further than Brewery Ommegang.

With a philosophy born in the fields of farmhouse breweries in Belgium, brought right here to the USA, this New York State-grown brand is the best of both worlds for Belgian beer lovers with local pride. Ancient in spirit yet always on-trend (e.g., bourbon barrel-finished Dubbel, anyone?), Brewery Ommegang straddles craft beer facets of complex, coy, and more than a little devilish.

Here are 12 more things to know about Brewery Ommegang.

Brewery Ommegang is not as ancient or mysterious as it sounds.

If Brewery Ommegang seems older (or more Belgian) than it is, that’s because the brewery did a very good job at making itself seem ancient and Belgian — when it was founded in 1997 by Don Feinberg and Wendy Littlefield in Cooperstown, N.Y. Littlefield and Feinberg also founded a New York-based Belgian beer import business, Vanberg and DeWulf, in 1982.

It’s part of a Belgian brewery family.

Brewery Ommegang began as a company-level Belgian beer collab between Littlefield and Feinberg’s import business, Vanberg and DeWulf, and Belgian breweries Duvel Moortgat, Scaldis, and Affligem. In 2003, Brewery Ommegang was acquired by Duvel Moortgat.

Duvel, a name you might recognize (and makers of the eponymous “quintessential Belgian strong ale”), had previously acquired Firestone Walker in 2015. Duvel also bought Antwerp, Belgium’s mainstay brewery De Koninck in late 2010.

Brewery Ommegang built a farmhouse brewery before ‘farmhouse brewery’ was cool.

It’s not just a matter of convenience that it built the farmhouse brewery in Cooperstown. For a while there in the 17th century, New York State was part of a territory known as “Nova Belgica,” which sounds like a song by Bjork that we’d hate but just means “New Belgium.” And while Belgium itself is at a more northerly latitude than New York, the climates aren’t dissimilar, so it seemed like the right place to brew beer in the tradition of Belgian styles (which are multifaceted and deliciously hard to categorize).

The word ‘Ommegang’ is a much earlier version of #SquadGoals.

When you say “Omm-uh-gang,” it almost sounds like what would descend on you with the fury of a thousand Sun Salutations should you ever cross the people at your Meditation Yoga class. Actually, “ommegang” is a Belgian word, used to refer to the coming of the Holy Roman Emperor Charles to medieval Brussels in 1549. Charles brought his own entourage and vendors, musicians, and artisans of the city lined up to receive them. The parade was called an “ommegang.” They still do it, to this day, because #squadgoals never die.

Speaking of, their first-ever offering was basically twice the average ABV.

Ommegang’s most recognizable bottle is probably its first offering, the Ommegang Abbey Dubbel, a Trappist-style ale that makes you marvel that monks have such a reputation for contemplation. Dubbels, in general, are between 6 and 9 percent ABV, and they originated at the Westmalle Monastery around the turn of the 20th century, where some clever monks decided to commercialize the stuff they drank daily by doubling the ABV for the (admittedly) sinful public. Ommegang’s Abbey Dubbel lands at the high end of the spectrum, 8.5 percent ABV with a malty, spicy flavor profile — meant to be sipped, not crushed.

Ommegang’s beers are (mostly) not for crushing.

Speaking of crushable beers, unless you’re a madman or Wade Boggs, don’t expect to do a summertime crush-style poolside thing with much of Ommegang’s lineup. Not that it’s all high-ABV: Its roster of offerings combines Belgian styles and its own fresh innovations, including a lighter-style, easy-drinking, lower-ABV beer, the orange peel- and coriander-spiced Witte (witbier) originally released in 2004, which clocks in at 5.2 percent ABV. There’s also the very relaxed Farmhouse Pilsner that combines the fresh, clean lager style with just a hint of delicate biscuity spice. Just don’t confuse a glass of that with some of their barrel-aged Three Philosophers Quadrupel, where the flavor profile is like rich structured beer soaked with dark chewy fruits and the ABV varies with the batch but always lands somewhere around 11 or 12 percent.

Steeped in Belgian tradition, sure, but amenable to craft geekery.

Toward the end of the 2010s, the brewery also bowed to the craft beer geeky masses and began rolling out a short list of IPAs. More recently, Ommegang released its first-ever lager, Idyll Days Pilsner, which reads “cleaner” on the palate (lagers tend to) and rings in at an anytime alcohol level of 5 percent ABV. Fret not, even the pilsner aspires to that “Je ne sais quoi” Franco-Belgian European complexity — it’s unfiltered, made with Czech floor-malted barley, and, in our minds, probably blessed by the European roommate from “It’s Always Sunny.”

You should be pairing Ommegang with food.

There’s something downright devilish (i.e., duvel-ish) about drinking a complex, rich beer all by its lonesome. But Belgian-style beers especially can outright sing when paired with rich dishes. And since we’re all graduating to some next-level maturity when it comes to drinking, and since pairing beer with food is both a bit more affordable and equally renegade, you might try something like Ommegang Hennepin, a 7.7 percent ABV farmhouse saison. Its citrus and spice notes provide enough bite and acidity to pit against anything fleshy or fried, and yet this saison is summery enough to cool your palate when it’s time for Thai-style spicy chicken wings, or pulled pork barbecue.

Ommegang and HBO’s ‘Game of Thrones’ are tight.

Granted, most of us thought “Game of Thrones” was more interested in dynamic cross-marketing coffee collaborations. But it was Ommegang that actually (intentionally) partnered with the HBO swords-and-sex-and-sadness series to release over a dozen GoT-themed beers. Among them: “Mother of Dragons,” a combination smoked porter and kriek (cherry-infused) beer that’s dark and red and smoky and pretty much deep-down, stone-cold evil; and a “Hand of the Queen,” a barleywine inspired by the character Tyrion, who loved wine and did his best to be drunk all the time (it’s not easy). The final beer, an imperial brown ale called, super pun-style, “My Watch Has Ended” (since, if you think about it, your watch(ing) of GoT has also ended). It received pretty good critical reception from fans of the show and beer alike, unlike the series finale that preceded it.

More bottles and cans are coming.

Brewery Ommegang isn’t stuck in the past. The company capitulates to our American hankering for cracking a cold one with increasing availability of smaller formats, like the Idyll Days Pilsner (available in 16-ounce cans and, because 2020, as a protective face mask) and Neon Rainbows, its Farmhouse New England-style IPA (available in 4-pack bottles or neon yet somehow still classy 16-ounce cans).

Because it’s Ommegang, there’s also canned Three Philosophers, which is a 9.3 percent ABV power-packed quadrupel-plus-kriek (like a sour cherry lambic) that’s also aged in Cabernet Sauvignon and Bordeaux wine barrels (read: not for chugging, unless you’re a wizard or this guy).

Ommegang also makes cider.

Not much more to it, yet. Launched in 2019 and called, aptly, “Project Cider,” Brewery Ommegang has been making two varieties of canned cider by combining the rugged character of local New York State apples with the magic of Belgian yeast. Currently they’re doing “Dry” and “Rosé” styles, both of which are filtered and carbonated — meaning even if the slightly dryer style is more European, the final product is also close enough to the mass-market-appeal of an easy-drinking American cider like Angry Orchard.

You can get married at the brewery.

Unfortunately, you can’t marry Ommegang, but you can get married at Ommegang. Brewery Ommegang is situated in a pretty bucolic little spot near the banks of the Susquehanna River. Brewery owners must have realized early on that they were sitting on prime wedding real estate, because they now offer a polished wedding package that includes customized menu, DJ, tent procurement assistance (and when do we not have trouble with tent procurement?) and, of course, Ommegang beer (you can choose five of theirs, plus wine, plus optional spirits, depending on the kind of open bar your friends can handle). They actually dress the tents up really nice. And hey, this guy loved it.

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[johnboothus]

12 Things You Should Know About Brewery Ommegang

If you’re looking for a beer to impress your friends, pair with charcuterie, or challenge your ability to contemplate both the dizzying effects of high alcohol by volume (ABV) and the subtle mechanics of spice and carbonation, look no further than Brewery Ommegang.

With a philosophy born in the fields of farmhouse breweries in Belgium, brought right here to the USA, this New York State-grown brand is the best of both worlds for Belgian beer lovers with local pride. Ancient in spirit yet always on-trend (e.g., bourbon barrel-finished Dubbel, anyone?), Brewery Ommegang straddles craft beer facets of complex, coy, and more than a little devilish.

Here are 12 more things to know about Brewery Ommegang.

Brewery Ommegang is not as ancient or mysterious as it sounds.

If Brewery Ommegang seems older (or more Belgian) than it is, that’s because the brewery did a very good job at making itself seem ancient and Belgian — when it was founded in 1997 by Don Feinberg and Wendy Littlefield in Cooperstown, N.Y. Littlefield and Feinberg also founded a New York-based Belgian beer import business, Vanberg and DeWulf, in 1982.

It’s part of a Belgian brewery family.

Brewery Ommegang began as a company-level Belgian beer collab between Littlefield and Feinberg’s import business, Vanberg and DeWulf, and Belgian breweries Duvel Moortgat, Scaldis, and Affligem. In 2003, Brewery Ommegang was acquired by Duvel Moortgat.

Duvel, a name you might recognize (and makers of the eponymous “quintessential Belgian strong ale”), had previously acquired Firestone Walker in 2015. Duvel also bought Antwerp, Belgium’s mainstay brewery De Koninck in late 2010.

Brewery Ommegang built a farmhouse brewery before ‘farmhouse brewery’ was cool.

It’s not just a matter of convenience that it built the farmhouse brewery in Cooperstown. For a while there in the 17th century, New York State was part of a territory known as “Nova Belgica,” which sounds like a song by Bjork that we’d hate but just means “New Belgium.” And while Belgium itself is at a more northerly latitude than New York, the climates aren’t dissimilar, so it seemed like the right place to brew beer in the tradition of Belgian styles (which are multifaceted and deliciously hard to categorize).

The word ‘Ommegang’ is a much earlier version of #SquadGoals.

When you say “Omm-uh-gang,” it almost sounds like what would descend on you with the fury of a thousand Sun Salutations should you ever cross the people at your Meditation Yoga class. Actually, “ommegang” is a Belgian word, used to refer to the coming of the Holy Roman Emperor Charles to medieval Brussels in 1549. Charles brought his own entourage and vendors, musicians, and artisans of the city lined up to receive them. The parade was called an “ommegang.” They still do it, to this day, because #squadgoals never die.

Speaking of, their first-ever offering was basically twice the average ABV.

Ommegang’s most recognizable bottle is probably its first offering, the Ommegang Abbey Dubbel, a Trappist-style ale that makes you marvel that monks have such a reputation for contemplation. Dubbels, in general, are between 6 and 9 percent ABV, and they originated at the Westmalle Monastery around the turn of the 20th century, where some clever monks decided to commercialize the stuff they drank daily by doubling the ABV for the (admittedly) sinful public. Ommegang’s Abbey Dubbel lands at the high end of the spectrum, 8.5 percent ABV with a malty, spicy flavor profile — meant to be sipped, not crushed.

Ommegang’s beers are (mostly) not for crushing.

Speaking of crushable beers, unless you’re a madman or Wade Boggs, don’t expect to do a summertime crush-style poolside thing with much of Ommegang’s lineup. Not that it’s all high-ABV: Its roster of offerings combines Belgian styles and its own fresh innovations, including a lighter-style, easy-drinking, lower-ABV beer, the orange peel- and coriander-spiced Witte (witbier) originally released in 2004, which clocks in at 5.2 percent ABV. There’s also the very relaxed Farmhouse Pilsner that combines the fresh, clean lager style with just a hint of delicate biscuity spice. Just don’t confuse a glass of that with some of their barrel-aged Three Philosophers Quadrupel, where the flavor profile is like rich structured beer soaked with dark chewy fruits and the ABV varies with the batch but always lands somewhere around 11 or 12 percent.

Steeped in Belgian tradition, sure, but amenable to craft geekery.

Toward the end of the 2010s, the brewery also bowed to the craft beer geeky masses and began rolling out a short list of IPAs. More recently, Ommegang released its first-ever lager, Idyll Days Pilsner, which reads “cleaner” on the palate (lagers tend to) and rings in at an anytime alcohol level of 5 percent ABV. Fret not, even the pilsner aspires to that “Je ne sais quoi” Franco-Belgian European complexity — it’s unfiltered, made with Czech floor-malted barley, and, in our minds, probably blessed by the European roommate from “It’s Always Sunny.”

You should be pairing Ommegang with food.

There’s something downright devilish (i.e., duvel-ish) about drinking a complex, rich beer all by its lonesome. But Belgian-style beers especially can outright sing when paired with rich dishes. And since we’re all graduating to some next-level maturity when it comes to drinking, and since pairing beer with food is both a bit more affordable and equally renegade, you might try something like Ommegang Hennepin, a 7.7 percent ABV farmhouse saison. Its citrus and spice notes provide enough bite and acidity to pit against anything fleshy or fried, and yet this saison is summery enough to cool your palate when it’s time for Thai-style spicy chicken wings, or pulled pork barbecue.

Ommegang and HBO’s ‘Game of Thrones’ are tight.

Granted, most of us thought “Game of Thrones” was more interested in dynamic cross-marketing coffee collaborations. But it was Ommegang that actually (intentionally) partnered with the HBO swords-and-sex-and-sadness series to release over a dozen GoT-themed beers. Among them: “Mother of Dragons,” a combination smoked porter and kriek (cherry-infused) beer that’s dark and red and smoky and pretty much deep-down, stone-cold evil; and a “Hand of the Queen,” a barleywine inspired by the character Tyrion, who loved wine and did his best to be drunk all the time (it’s not easy). The final beer, an imperial brown ale called, super pun-style, “My Watch Has Ended” (since, if you think about it, your watch(ing) of GoT has also ended). It received pretty good critical reception from fans of the show and beer alike, unlike the series finale that preceded it.

More bottles and cans are coming.

Brewery Ommegang isn’t stuck in the past. The company capitulates to our American hankering for cracking a cold one with increasing availability of smaller formats, like the Idyll Days Pilsner (available in 16-ounce cans and, because 2020, as a protective face mask) and Neon Rainbows, its Farmhouse New England-style IPA (available in 4-pack bottles or neon yet somehow still classy 16-ounce cans).

Because it’s Ommegang, there’s also canned Three Philosophers, which is a 9.3 percent ABV power-packed quadrupel-plus-kriek (like a sour cherry lambic) that’s also aged in Cabernet Sauvignon and Bordeaux wine barrels (read: not for chugging, unless you’re a wizard or this guy).

Ommegang also makes cider.

Not much more to it, yet. Launched in 2019 and called, aptly, “Project Cider,” Brewery Ommegang has been making two varieties of canned cider by combining the rugged character of local New York State apples with the magic of Belgian yeast. Currently they’re doing “Dry” and “Rosé” styles, both of which are filtered and carbonated — meaning even if the slightly dryer style is more European, the final product is also close enough to the mass-market-appeal of an easy-drinking American cider like Angry Orchard.

You can get married at the brewery.

Unfortunately, you can’t marry Ommegang, but you can get married at Ommegang. Brewery Ommegang is situated in a pretty bucolic little spot near the banks of the Susquehanna River. Brewery owners must have realized early on that they were sitting on prime wedding real estate, because they now offer a polished wedding package that includes customized menu, DJ, tent procurement assistance (and when do we not have trouble with tent procurement?) and, of course, Ommegang beer (you can choose five of theirs, plus wine, plus optional spirits, depending on the kind of open bar your friends can handle). They actually dress the tents up really nice. And hey, this guy loved it.

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[isaiahrippinus]

12 Things You Should Know About Brewery Ommegang

If you’re looking for a beer to impress your friends, pair with charcuterie, or challenge your ability to contemplate both the dizzying effects of high alcohol by volume (ABV) and the subtle mechanics of spice and carbonation, look no further than Brewery Ommegang.

With a philosophy born in the fields of farmhouse breweries in Belgium, brought right here to the USA, this New York State-grown brand is the best of both worlds for Belgian beer lovers with local pride. Ancient in spirit yet always on-trend (e.g., bourbon barrel-finished Dubbel, anyone?), Brewery Ommegang straddles craft beer facets of complex, coy, and more than a little devilish.

Here are 12 more things to know about Brewery Ommegang.

Brewery Ommegang is not as ancient or mysterious as it sounds.

If Brewery Ommegang seems older (or more Belgian) than it is, that’s because the brewery did a very good job at making itself seem ancient and Belgian — when it was founded in 1997 by Don Feinberg and Wendy Littlefield in Cooperstown, N.Y. Littlefield and Feinberg also founded a New York-based Belgian beer import business, Vanberg and DeWulf, in 1982.

It’s part of a Belgian brewery family.

Brewery Ommegang began as a company-level Belgian beer collab between Littlefield and Feinberg’s import business, Vanberg and DeWulf, and Belgian breweries Duvel Moortgat, Scaldis, and Affligem. In 2003, Brewery Ommegang was acquired by Duvel Moortgat.

Duvel, a name you might recognize (and makers of the eponymous “quintessential Belgian strong ale”), had previously acquired Firestone Walker in 2015. Duvel also bought Antwerp, Belgium’s mainstay brewery De Koninck in late 2010.

Brewery Ommegang built a farmhouse brewery before ‘farmhouse brewery’ was cool.

It’s not just a matter of convenience that it built the farmhouse brewery in Cooperstown. For a while there in the 17th century, New York State was part of a territory known as “Nova Belgica,” which sounds like a song by Bjork that we’d hate but just means “New Belgium.” And while Belgium itself is at a more northerly latitude than New York, the climates aren’t dissimilar, so it seemed like the right place to brew beer in the tradition of Belgian styles (which are multifaceted and deliciously hard to categorize).

The word ‘Ommegang’ is a much earlier version of #SquadGoals.

When you say “Omm-uh-gang,” it almost sounds like what would descend on you with the fury of a thousand Sun Salutations should you ever cross the people at your Meditation Yoga class. Actually, “ommegang” is a Belgian word, used to refer to the coming of the Holy Roman Emperor Charles to medieval Brussels in 1549. Charles brought his own entourage and vendors, musicians, and artisans of the city lined up to receive them. The parade was called an “ommegang.” They still do it, to this day, because #squadgoals never die.

Speaking of, their first-ever offering was basically twice the average ABV.

Ommegang’s most recognizable bottle is probably its first offering, the Ommegang Abbey Dubbel, a Trappist-style ale that makes you marvel that monks have such a reputation for contemplation. Dubbels, in general, are between 6 and 9 percent ABV, and they originated at the Westmalle Monastery around the turn of the 20th century, where some clever monks decided to commercialize the stuff they drank daily by doubling the ABV for the (admittedly) sinful public. Ommegang’s Abbey Dubbel lands at the high end of the spectrum, 8.5 percent ABV with a malty, spicy flavor profile — meant to be sipped, not crushed.

Ommegang’s beers are (mostly) not for crushing.

Speaking of crushable beers, unless you’re a madman or Wade Boggs, don’t expect to do a summertime crush-style poolside thing with much of Ommegang’s lineup. Not that it’s all high-ABV: Its roster of offerings combines Belgian styles and its own fresh innovations, including a lighter-style, easy-drinking, lower-ABV beer, the orange peel- and coriander-spiced Witte (witbier) originally released in 2004, which clocks in at 5.2 percent ABV. There’s also the very relaxed Farmhouse Pilsner that combines the fresh, clean lager style with just a hint of delicate biscuity spice. Just don’t confuse a glass of that with some of their barrel-aged Three Philosophers Quadrupel, where the flavor profile is like rich structured beer soaked with dark chewy fruits and the ABV varies with the batch but always lands somewhere around 11 or 12 percent.

Steeped in Belgian tradition, sure, but amenable to craft geekery.

Toward the end of the 2010s, the brewery also bowed to the craft beer geeky masses and began rolling out a short list of IPAs. More recently, Ommegang released its first-ever lager, Idyll Days Pilsner, which reads “cleaner” on the palate (lagers tend to) and rings in at an anytime alcohol level of 5 percent ABV. Fret not, even the pilsner aspires to that “Je ne sais quoi” Franco-Belgian European complexity — it’s unfiltered, made with Czech floor-malted barley, and, in our minds, probably blessed by the European roommate from “It’s Always Sunny.”

You should be pairing Ommegang with food.

There’s something downright devilish (i.e., duvel-ish) about drinking a complex, rich beer all by its lonesome. But Belgian-style beers especially can outright sing when paired with rich dishes. And since we’re all graduating to some next-level maturity when it comes to drinking, and since pairing beer with food is both a bit more affordable and equally renegade, you might try something like Ommegang Hennepin, a 7.7 percent ABV farmhouse saison. Its citrus and spice notes provide enough bite and acidity to pit against anything fleshy or fried, and yet this saison is summery enough to cool your palate when it’s time for Thai-style spicy chicken wings, or pulled pork barbecue.

Ommegang and HBO’s ‘Game of Thrones’ are tight.

Granted, most of us thought “Game of Thrones” was more interested in dynamic cross-marketing coffee collaborations. But it was Ommegang that actually (intentionally) partnered with the HBO swords-and-sex-and-sadness series to release over a dozen GoT-themed beers. Among them: “Mother of Dragons,” a combination smoked porter and kriek (cherry-infused) beer that’s dark and red and smoky and pretty much deep-down, stone-cold evil; and a “Hand of the Queen,” a barleywine inspired by the character Tyrion, who loved wine and did his best to be drunk all the time (it’s not easy). The final beer, an imperial brown ale called, super pun-style, “My Watch Has Ended” (since, if you think about it, your watch(ing) of GoT has also ended). It received pretty good critical reception from fans of the show and beer alike, unlike the series finale that preceded it.

More bottles and cans are coming.

Brewery Ommegang isn’t stuck in the past. The company capitulates to our American hankering for cracking a cold one with increasing availability of smaller formats, like the Idyll Days Pilsner (available in 16-ounce cans and, because 2020, as a protective face mask) and Neon Rainbows, its Farmhouse New England-style IPA (available in 4-pack bottles or neon yet somehow still classy 16-ounce cans).

Because it’s Ommegang, there’s also canned Three Philosophers, which is a 9.3 percent ABV power-packed quadrupel-plus-kriek (like a sour cherry lambic) that’s also aged in Cabernet Sauvignon and Bordeaux wine barrels (read: not for chugging, unless you’re a wizard or this guy).

Ommegang also makes cider.

Not much more to it, yet. Launched in 2019 and called, aptly, “Project Cider,” Brewery Ommegang has been making two varieties of canned cider by combining the rugged character of local New York State apples with the magic of Belgian yeast. Currently they’re doing “Dry” and “Rosé” styles, both of which are filtered and carbonated — meaning even if the slightly dryer style is more European, the final product is also close enough to the mass-market-appeal of an easy-drinking American cider like Angry Orchard.

You can get married at the brewery.

Unfortunately, you can’t marry Ommegang, but you can get married at Ommegang. Brewery Ommegang is situated in a pretty bucolic little spot near the banks of the Susquehanna River. Brewery owners must have realized early on that they were sitting on prime wedding real estate, because they now offer a polished wedding package that includes customized menu, DJ, tent procurement assistance (and when do we not have trouble with tent procurement?) and, of course, Ommegang beer (you can choose five of theirs, plus wine, plus optional spirits, depending on the kind of open bar your friends can handle). They actually dress the tents up really nice. And hey, this guy loved it.

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Pater’s Rose 2

The story continues..... 

I hope you will like it and I would be happy if you tell me what you liked or not!!! 

Lots of love 

E. xx 

The morning sun wakes me up and I smile with my eyes closed. Burying my face deeper in the white clean pillow, I open my tired eyes. I guess it’s a beautiful day waiting for me outside. And for the first time I feel excitement; what will I do today? Nothing here is compulsory, like my days in London. Looking at the alarm clock on my nightstand I am startled. 9 am. I slept very long. With a satisfied smile I fall back into the pillows and close my eyes, feeling a long missed feeling. No pressure, no expectations which I have to fulfill.

Pulling back the duvet I creep out of the bed, slipping in my expensive slippers, walking towards the window which is covered with curtains. I pull the soft rosé coloured curtains away.

The sun warms my face and my white nightgown shines bright in the light. It’s a beautiful day.

Normally I would be on my way to Mrs Smith. She and other women meet at her house for petty talks, exchanging the latest gossip. One of my duties. After the hideous tea I visit the orphanage. William doesn’t know that I help the nurses there. He would boil with indignation. Shaking my head,  I try to dislodge the thoughts from my brain.

I open the window, and the soft breeze tickles my skin, I let my nightgown blow in the wind. I love the fresh morning air. The day is new; anything can happen. The day is fresh, unused.

At some distance I see the sea and the top of the white lighthouse, and some roofs of the little village. The green is lush, and I feel the urge to feel it on my bare feet, like Olivia. I wish I could be that young again.

“Good morning, sleepy head!” my sister pushes the pram, looking up to my window. I grin.

Her hair is pinned up in a bun and some curls hang loosely around her neck. She stops walking under my window, bobbing the pram up and down with her left hand. Her right hand rests on her forehead to protect her eyes from the sun. Her wedding ring shines in the garish natural light. Emily looks up with a bright smile on her face. It reminds me of earlier days, where she pushed her doll’s pram carelessly over the green lawn of our parents’ house, running away from our older brother Michael. The dogs barking and running over the lawn with her. But now she carries her own child over her own lawn in a real pram. Michael is grown up, a proud soldier who is ready to fight for his fatherland. And I? Whatever became of me?

“Come down! It will be a beautiful day!” I nod, turning around with flying hair, closing the window and dressing myself in a rosé colored skirt and a white light blouse. My hair is braided, unusual for me, because in London my maid creates extravagant hairstyles.

Running light-footed down the stairs, my hand dances over the wooden banister, which feels like the old one at our parents house and just in this moment I feel twelve again. Heart light, skirts flying and hair braided.

I run through the living room towards the wide open french doors, the white curtains blowing in the morning breeze, and I nearly overlook John, who is sitting in a white garden chair, reading the newspaper. A cup of coffee is standing in front of him and he folds the newspaper, looking at me through his glasses.

“Oii, there is someone in a hurry! Good morning, my favourite sister in law! It’s a beautiful day; I won’t stop you. Emily is with the little one out there!” he smiles and winks.

“Good morning John!” I say breathlessly. “You’re right it’s a beautiful day!” I turn around to look at him, and my skirt swings like the excitement in my heart.

“Darling, I’m always right, it’s an unwritten law” he grins, holding the newspaper in one hand as he bends forward to sip on his coffee.

“Oh John!” my sister exclaims as she parks the pram. Carrying her little daughter, she steps up the wooden stairs of the terrace.

“She caught me. She’s the actual regent.” John stands up and kisses my sister’s forehead and then the little head of his daughter. It’s pure harmony, and I feel like an intruder right in this moment. I know that I’m always welcome but I feel uncomfortable. I have an own house in London, my own man, but no children. My heart grows heavy, and I smile at them sadly.

“Let us see if Martha has something to eat for my sleepy head.” Emily says with a cheeky grin on her sensual lips.

*****

We’re sitting outside under an umbrella, eating a delicious cake, which Martha had baked. Putting the fork on my empty plate I fall back, laughing, I touching my stomach.

My sister’s eyes become serious.

“Will you write William?” she asks me, soothing the baby. I close my eyes, looking to the side.

“You can ignore me, but I will ask you again.” she says in a quiet voice and I know that she will.

“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” I say feebly, fixing the roses which waggle with  their heads in the balmy breeze.

“Well, do you like Pater Styles? He is a nice and handsome man! He is such an enrichment for our parish!” She sips on her orange juice, and my head turns to her immediately as I hear his name.

“He is very young. Why is he here in this wasteland? He could be in Rome. I bet he is here in exile.” I say, narrowing my eyes at my sister.

“Maybe he defied the vow of abstinence,” I say with a feigned laugh.

My sister rolls her eyes and strokes Josephine’s little head. She became older, I can see little wrinkles around her eyes: laughter lines. It fills my heart with happiness that she can laugh and that she’s happy with her life here. But I can also see a little worry line in the middle of her brow. A typical worry wrinkle of a mother. And her eyes are full of love.

“He told me it was the obedience.” Emily says.

“Oh,” is my response.

“He teaches the children here in the village. Only a handful but I guess he does his job very, very well. Olivia is keen on him; she raves of him. The older people love him too. The funeral of old Mrs Miller was heartbreaking. He found nice words for the elderly; you know you shouldn’t speak bad about dead people,” she waves her hand.

“Oh Emily!” I laugh. “I think he is a thinker; he has a heavy soul.” I blink against the sun.

“Maybe. He visits us often; he and John ride out together. But he seems like a man who stands over all and nothing can jar him.”

We’re sitting there for a while, talking about him, God, the family, avoiding the most important theme: me.

I frown as I hear a car.

“Auntie,” it’s Olivia’s light voice. I turn my head and see the little girl running towards us.  

Her blonde curls blow in the wind and her white dress shines, and the giggle delights my heart. I smile at her, standing up and spreading my arms to welcome her.

I bend forward to embrace my little niece. I stroke over her blond curls as I look up, seeing him standing there. His black cassock flutters in the wind and his hair swings as he walks towards us. He has his hands crossed behind his back, like a typical father. He looks down on his feet as he walks across the green lawn.

My heart runs, my chest raises in an unsteady rhythm.

“Pater, Styles! We talked about you” Emily says, and I blush, trying to avoid his green eyes. But nothing escapes them, not even my eyes. A magical sparkle is in his eyes, and my heart skips a beat as he jumps lightly onto the first step of the terrace. His crucifix jumps and lands with a muffled sound on his chest.  

“I hope the ladies talked only about the good things.” He has a crooked smile on his lips. I could watch his face for an eternity. The smile signifies his dimples, and I swallow, pressing Olivia more tightly around my body like a human shield.

He has to narrow his eyes as he walks around the table.

“May I?” he asks pulling one of the white rattan chairs back.

“I insist.” Emily says, but before she can add anything, I open my mouth. My voice sounds strange, and I have a dry mouth.

“Are there any bad things about a priest?” I look him directly in the eyes. He stops in his movement, half sitting, supporting himself with his hands on the armrest of the chair, looking up to me.

“My child, every soul has abysses. We’re only human. The flesh is weak.” he says and every boyish charm has disappeared from his eyes. The green pupils rest too long on mine. The dark in his eyes tells me that there is something inside him, something mysterious.

All the other men are predictable, easy to read, but I don’t know what it is about him. Is it the cassock? The spiritual aura? I can’t place the air of mystery..

“You’re thinking intensely about my answer.” He folds his hands and rests his chin on them. I must have a deep furrow between my brows. My sister smiles in amusement, and his crooked smile appears again on his lips.

“Pater, she overthinks everything. She’s our thinker.”

Olivia fidgets herself free from me, and I feel vulnerable and naked. With a trembling soul I take place on my chair again.

“That’s dangerous,” is all he says. And I know exactly what he means. I know that he knows that I have glimpsed high society life in London, despite not knowing that I it is my life.

“Pater, do you want anything to drink? I will call for Libby.” Emily asks him.

“Maybe a coffee?” he smiles.

“Mummy, can I go to the horses?” Olivia interrupts.

My sister stands up, still with little Josephine in her arms, nodding to Olivia.

“Do you want to ride out today with John? He left a few hours ago, but I’m sure he will be back soon,” she adds.

“No, Emily. I have some obligations.” he responds.  With a short nod, she walks into the dark house. I look after her until the darkness swallows her completely.

I sit here alone with him here in the garden. Kneading my hands nervously. I can feel how his eyes rest on me.

“So you won’t be present tonight at dinner?” I ask shyly, looking up from my hands. A part of me hopes he will say that he wants to be there, but the other part, the rational part, says that he is a priest, a man of God.

“No, I visit the orphanage every Wednesday.” he says, and I can see something sad in his face as he thinks of the lonely children. His green eyes looks so gloomy, and all I want is to touch him. I want to press my hand on his cheek.

“It’s a very specific place. But everyone deserves the love of God, especially the children,” his voice is so deep and I could listen to him hours, days, nights.

“I know such places,” I say quietly, looking in his green eyes which start to sparkle. “I used to visit the orphanage in London.” He raises his eyebrows, and I have the feeling he thinks that I do this for my own reputations, only so I can say that I do charity work.

“I do it for them. Not for me or any status in the society of London. It’s no happy place, all the little faces, all the big dark eyes which are looking up to you. Nobody knows that I visit them.” The last sentences is scarcely audible.

“You don’t need to justify” he says, leaning forward, touching my hands. His warm hands feel pleasurable on my cold ones. Slowly he strokes with his thumb over my hand and in this moment everything is standing still. The wind stops blowing through the flowers, the bees stop humming, my heart stops beating, only his forefinger and his thumb are cycling over my shivering skin. Looking at our intertwined hands, I turn my head up to look at him, meeting his glance and there is this moment. This secret moment only two people can have when their hearts beat together and for that few seconds our hearts pounding together.

“Here is your coffee,” my sister says as she steps out. His hands rest a few more seconds on mine, and I slide my hand over his. It’s a small gesture, but it means so much for me to touch his hand again, feeling his skin on mine. He looks at me, and the sadness returns to his eyes, but this time it’s a different sadness, maybe despair? He withdraws his hands, standing up to receive the cup of coffee. The white cup with flowers on it looks little in his big hands, and I catch myself of thinking of his hands touching my hands again.

“I don’t want to be rude, Emily. But it’s time for me to leave.” He says, looking seriously into her eyes. She nods and smiles, like a mother who has to let her child go.

He sips on the coffee and puts it down on the little table in front of us while he stands up, taking Emily’s hand in both hands and kissing her hand.  

“Thank you, my dear.” he says to her, smiling.

I stand up too, throwing my white napkin on my chair. He releases Emily’s hands. His broad shoulders turn towards me and the summer breeze plays with his hair and with his cassock.

Touching my arm, he slides down until he reaches my hand.

“Goodbye” is the only thing he says to me. He turns away, walking over the lawn to the fence, he doesn’t look back, and it breaks my heart a little bit that he doesn’t look back. His shoulders move smoothly as he walks and once again he runs his fingers, which held mine so tenderly, through his hair.

As the engine of the car starts, I sit again in my chair, embracing the arm rest with my hands. Why does it feel like a goodbye for a long time? I know he is a divine and I’m a married woman. But we’re only humans made of flesh right?