In 2014, after a lengthy hiatus, Grandad’s old suitcase turned up at the brewery. Expecting to find nothing more than a pair of dusty britches and a copy of Gentleman Monthly, we were pleasantly surprised. Along with some old brewing instruments, it contained his legendary ‘Brewer’s Book’. So to celebrate 160 years of keeping family secrets, we’ve created a tribute beer based on his notes. Unlike us, you can be sure of the contents of your suitcase, a smooth golden lager with delicate grassy hops and a restrained hint of citrus. Dust one off now.
In 1946, with grandfather Sholto Duncan running the brewery in Nelson, communists took over the Czech Republic's original Pilsen brewery. Fortunately, the Free West had another weapon up its sleeve: the bikini. Invented by Louis Réard, an engineer and bare skin enthusiast, it was said it wasn't a genuine bikini "unless it could be pulled through a wedding ring", preferably without the girl attached. Our pilsner has orchard fruit and herbal pine aromas. Like the bikini, it provides a great addition to a day at the beach.
Midway through the 20th century, colour television was invented. This meant classic movies (then just referred to as “movies”) looked better than ever, and televised snooker finally made sense. To mark this occasion, Richard Duncan in Nelson put down the clicker and picked up his Mid Way Pale Ale. It’s a mid-strength ale with smooth malts and low hop bitterness. Everyone should have one in their living room.
During Uncle Nick's tenure, the craft beer movement in the U.S. revolutionised the pale ale. A great reward for the hardworking folk of Silicon Valley, who in 1981 developed the first portable computer that didn't require a house extension. This NZ interpretation of a pale ale greets the drinker with a copper hue, aromas of citrus, and a strong, slightly biscuity malt character. Shut your laptop and enjoy.
By 2009, craft beer in New Zealand, particularly hoppy beers like the I.P.A., had taken off. At the same time, so did intergalactic weekends away. While we set to work on our beer, jaunts to space became available for Russian billionaires, famous popstars, or anyone else who simply didn't know what to do with the $200,000 gran gave them for Christmas. Our I.P.A. has aromas of citrus and pine, malty sweetness, and a lingering dry finish. It's out of this world.