Tempted by the vintage looking logo and packaging I tried this one, without checking the brewery. Which was a huge mistake. And I'll explain why.
The packaging screams: quality! The logo whispers in your ear: tradition! The name is one of a god, and the style is sour.
It is nothing of the things above.
I'm going to come clean here, I love sour beers. Put a lime in a beer and I'll plant a knife in your spleen. It's still in court, and my attorney advises me against saying too much about it, but someone once served me a strawberry beer. There's something about combining sweet fruit and beer that makes my skin crawl, my eyes roll back in my skull and my old dormant Viking genes man the longboat and start pillaging.
Arguably one of the greatest advantages of being a Belgian beer reviewer is the sheer number of great beers we have over here. This being said, most of the better known ones aren't known for their sense of adventure. Straffe Hendrik in case has always been one of the Triple Ales I rarely pass up. A stronghouse of malt and taste. But, nothing adventurous. Up until now.