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Dear Coilers, in this Brew! we are going to Belgium and its big family of brews which includes DUBBEL, TRIPEL and QUADRUPEL and it is special for its high alcohol content. In Coil’s taproom you’ll be presented with something highly recommended for every beer connoisseur.

BELGIAN TRIPEL – would make people think, because of the name, as just a boosted Doubel but it is everything but that. Tripel is lighter in colour (golden) as there is no caramelized sugar used to give it darker one and Pilsner malt in it doesn’t help it either. Westmalle Monastery made it popular as well as Dubbel but the Tripel name comes from the amount of malt used in brew which is three times a normal amount.

It is a beer high in alcohol with all the desirable flavours of fruit, spices, citrus, banana... nice sweetness and mouthfeel. So well rounded that high alcohol is not noticed and the finished product is very drinkable.

With long held traditions rooted deep in the Middle Ages, European monastic brewers have greatly influenced modern brewing culture and continue to craft some of the most defining and memorable ales. The Belgian Tripel is the youngest of the ale trilogy (dubbel, tripel and quadruple) that form the very heart of Belgian art of brewing.

Tripel was born less than 85 years ago by secular brewer Hendrik Verlinden of Drie Linden brewery.

In the early 1930s, Verlinden began working on a recipe for a strong golden ale that might hold its own against the growing popularity of pale beers in Europe.

In 1932 he released it under the name Witkap Pater (it has since been changed to Witkap Tripel). Though not of the Order, he marketed the ale under the Trappist name, perhaps basing his “right” on some consulting he had done for the brewing with monks at Westmalle Abbey.

A couple of years after this, Westmalle came out with its own Tripel. Their recipe has remained unchanged since 1956 and is considered the standard of the style.

Triples have grown in popularity over the past several years due to the rebuilding of Belgium brewing and the growing curiosity of this and other region’s brewing arts. Several of the Trappist monasteries, many other abbeys, independent brewers, and even American craft breweries have started to experiment with Tripels and other Belgian styles.

CHIMAY PÈRES TRAPPISTES BIÈRE TRIPLE

The Chimay Triple, which is the brewery’s most recent creation. It is golden in colour, and succeeds remarkably in blending mellowness and bitterness.

It is an authentic Trappist beer.

That means that it is brewed within the walls of a Trappist monastery under the supervision and responsibility of the monastic community, which is involved in the entire process of making and selling the ale.

The bulk of the revenue that this activity generates is used to finance social services and cover the community’s needs.

STYLE: BELGIAN TRIPEL

ALC VOL: 8%

BITTERNESS: N/A IBU

It pours dark straw in colour, cloudy (not cloudy they say but limpid!), with big airy white head which leaves generous lacing.

Nose is full of fruit, green apple, raisins, grass, fresh spring water, floral

First sip is totally different, bitter, very, amazingly bitter, beautiful hops, all hops in the first impression! Floral and fruity flavours come out after the initial surprise fades a bit. Apples and pears, very fresh. Hints of citrus in the back.

Dear Coilers, I’ve been contemplating Crypto Twitter and the communities a bit and was thinking *what if*...

It’s been 83 years since... ok, it was just a couple of months less than 3 years since the Crypto bull run. The realist would say that it has been 3 years of bear market.

And now in 2020, when the global economy (or planar, for those who think... you know lol) meets the biggest challenges in modern days, many from the community are starting to be afraid of the future.

Because of the non-action in the past 3 years, many have uncertain perspective. Who is guilty for it? It’s complicated.

In the late 2017 and early 2018 there was a flood of the influencers shilling Crypto, the XRP community was leading the movement. That was the perfect example of the herd behaviour. People without any knowledge, many of whom were completely illiterate in economics, started dreaming about the wealth to be made. Their future wealth to be made by others.

Many were thinking that the investment of just few hundred dollars will make them millionaires. Without them having to do anything for the success.

Influencers gained tens of thousands of followers and made hundereds of thousands of dollar in gains. Cattle was so inebriated from the sweet talk that some took big loans, sold houses, cars (even were thinking of selling wife and kids) to invest in crypto. Higher the price, bigger the investment. “What if I miss the train?” they've asked themselves.

People were hungry for the content which was feeding their greed. If a 10 years old school dropout made a YT channel talking about XRP going to the Moon and solving a cartoon bear’s drawings, he would be followed like a sect guru and made a fortune.

Critical thinking was nowhere. As a fact, critical thinkers were blocked, banned, unwanted. FOMO took people’s brains like heroin... like Bitconneeeeeeeect...

But, hey hey hey, soon they felt the “cold turkey”!

Now, 3 years later, many are still desperately waiting for the rocket to launch. Non-acting is still widely present in the community.

Now let me go back to that *what if* from the beginning.

What if all those “investors” invested their time into learning and gaining knowledge instead of wasting hours every day on “all the same” crappy content?

What if all those “investors” were working all those hours and earning money? Even if they spent it all on crypto, they wouldn’t be in problems today. (Imagine working additional 2,5 hours a day, 300 days a year for 3 years, for only 20$ per hour – it is 45000$! My sister’s BMW 520 SportLine was just about that, not a Lamborghini but still a decent trolley which could be bought if non-actors acted).

What if all those investors connected together and invested that money to found a company, let’s say a company which develops on XRP Ledger?! Imagine 10000 people investing 10000 dollars in a 100 million dollar (in cash) company and hiring people like Master Wietse and geniuses like him? There would be a great chance to loose all, but they’ve lost 90-99% anyway. The chance to earn would be higher than what happened...

In the same time, some great things were developed by The Smart. Like this platform, Coil, which I use to post my writings on. Like Cinnamon Video where I post my videos. Like XUMM which I use to transfer...

Bandwagoning can be good business model if it is combined with ACTING! But NON-ACTING can bring nothing at all.

If you think that others will work their a**es off to make YOU wealthy, ask yourself would you do it for others?!

Is it to late to act now? NO! It is NEVER too late to act. Just know that that acting has to be smart these days. As the depression is knocking at the door, many of the businesses we take for granted will disappear or will struggle to survive, but some new businesses will raise from the ashes of the fallen economy.

Every crisis creates new wealth and makes the old wealth even bigger. Be smart and act!

Thanks for reading,

Srdan

Dear Coilers, Brew! is back to white, Belgian white, but in Coil’s taproom you will be presented with an American brew of the style (brewed in Czech Republic thou).

WITBIER is not a new style. It was known for centuries. During 1400-1700s Bière Blanche (in French) was the style which was ruling the bars in Brussels. Cities of Hoegaarden and Leuven were centers of beer brewing which supplied Brussels with their beers, Witbiers.

Through time, other styles were introduced in bigger quantities but the Lagers were those which made Witbier almost to disappear.

After World War II, Witbier was practically extinct.

As in every other story with the happy end, there was a hero who brought it to life again. A master brewer, Pierre Celis from Hoegaarden was the one. The beer is known as Hoegaarden these days. The whole world knows and drinks it.

As mentioned, Witbier means White Beer. Got it’s name from the milky cloudy appearance from starch haze. It is wheaty as well. The law says it has to have at least 50% of unmalted wheat in the grain bill. Accompanied with Pilsner malts. (Apart from German Weissbier which uses malted wheat.)

It results in light, grainy, sweet, creamy beer of pale straw to light golden in colour. With coriander and orange peel which are added to spice it... and there is a refreshing beer with fruity backtaste and slightly dry finish.

Some brewers add oatmeal to make it even more silky or introduce Lactobacillus in fermentation to add tartness...

Whichever way it is brewed, the final result is a light but very complex beer.

Very important thing to say is that the hops are kept low. But when I say low I mean ultra low. Are there hops at all?!

BLUE MOON BELGIAN WHITE – Belgian Style Wheat Ale – by Staropramen brewery

A wheat beer brewed with orange peel for a subtle sweetness and bright, citrus aroma.

Brewery’s Twist:

Orange Peel and Coriander.

Garnish Ritual:

Blue Moon Belgian White Belgian-Style Wheat Ale is garnished with an orange slice to heighten the citrus aroma and taste. (imagine that 🤦🏻)

Food Pairing:

Seafood such as grilled shrimp, Asian dishes like pad thai, and marinated chicken dishes.

“Belgian White Ale” (North America) / “North American Craft Beer” (UK) / Belgian Style Wheat Ale (EU)... Brewed with oats for creaminess and spiced with the perfect combination of orange peel and coriander. An unfiltered wheat ale spiced in the Belgian tradition for an uncommonly smooth taste. Gold medalist (white beer) at 1995 World Beer Championships, silver medalist (white beer) at 1996 and 1997 World Beer Championships.

Let’s taste it...

STYLE: BELGIAN WITBIER

ALC VOL: 5,4%

BITTERNESS: 9 IBU

It pours golden yellow in colour, cloudy, with small white head which fades and leaves a ring on the glass and some lacing.

The nose is very fruity, zesty, citrus with some floral and cereal notes, yeast is present (clearly unfiltered), hints of coriander and some sweetness.

Dear Coilers, I’m sure that many of you have poor, even homeless people in your community. Maybe your closest neighbour is in big need, maybe is a person you meet every morning on your way to work. Sometimes it is that old man who plays accordion on your train station or the student working in the bakers shop just around the corner...

Then there are those people who are so desperate that they beg for food in the streets... do you notice them? But not notice notice, do you contemplate them and their situation?

My sister is a person who cannot pass by any of them without putting some change in their cup. I am the one who is over sensitive when I see senior citizens being in poverty and hungry. I simply cannot see them without getting sad and angry at the same time.

A memory from Istanbul just crossed my mind. I was walking the Istikal street, main high street in one of the world’s most gorgeous cities. After a dinner in a restaurant and a baklava and rice pudding at Hafiz Mustafa, arguably the best confectionery in the universe, we took a walk and enjoyed the atmosphere... but then I’ve noticed a very old man playing melodica and his blind wife holding his hand and a cup for change...

Till that moment I was so happy, but after I had seen that scene, all the magic of the atmosphere disappeared and I felt cramps in my guts... even a tear rolled down my cheek...

As walking, I’ve left them some 100 meters behind me when I’ve decided that I have to go back and fill their cup.

Istikal is always crowded, especially in the evenings so I almost couldn’t find them but luckily I have. I’ve put some coins and bills in their cup and said “Bog Vas blagoslovio!” (God bless you in Croatian), she replied something in Turkish and my heart was in its place again.

That situation comes back to me every now and then, and I’m so angry that the system, whichever it is, allows elderly to be hungry.

Why am I writing this? Because I’ve talked to a person from my neighbourhood, Mr S.

I thought of him that he was a bum who sleeps in a basement of a building not far from me and that his life is nothing but rumbling the streets whole day, smoking cigarettes rolled with the cheapest smuggled tobacco and having a beer or two if he can afford it or if someone buys him one in a bar.

He approached me to ask if he can make a call from my mobile as he has not enough funds on his pre payed card. I’ve called the number, he made a call and then I’ve invited him to have a beer with me in a bar where he told me the story of his life.

Mr. S is from Bosnia, a master mason, who worked as a mason thruout the region, even worked in Libya for few years.

The war in Croatia started in the fall of 1991, then in Bosnia in 1992 and the Bosnian company he worked for left all the workers in their barracks without pay, contracts and any kind of insurance.

The barracks, which we called “Little Bosnia” became a semi legal settlement of ex construction workers and their families which came as refugees of war, placed on the outskirts of one of the most sought after (then just built) neighbourhoods in Zagreb.

Mr. S lived there for years, even long after the war ended, when the barracks were demolished after the most of the refugees returned to Bosnia. He was left with nothing, no place to return to (destroyed in war) and no place to live here. No job, no money, nothing...

He worked on many construction projects as an illegal worker. Even today he accepts some work if he is offered any. Just enough to survive.

The problem is that he couldn’t get the state pension as his pension insurance was partly payed in Bosnia and Libya and his Croatian years were not covered as the company simply hasn’t payed it as they were to.

He somehow got social security check, of about $100 a month and it is all the money he has.

He broke in the basement of a building just across the ex barracks settlement and made himself an one room living space to be called his home. No electricity, no running water. The only home he has, thou he doesn’t own it. Not just that he doesn’t own it but he is there because the owners of the apartments do not have heart to throw him out.

He has a brother in Serbia who doesn’t answer his calls. Mr. S built him a house with money he earned in Libya, $50000 he gave him in 1980s. His brother doesn’t let him come to visit any more.

Mr. M, a construction engineer and a friend of mine is trying to arrange him some state pension (thru his political connections) which he has the right on, but doesn’t know how to swim thru the bureaucratic system of the so called social state. Until he gets it, if he gets it, Mr. S will live as bum and the lowest of low on the social ladder.

There are many like Mr. S around us. We often think that those in bad social situations brought themselves to where they are. Junkies, gamblers, drunks... people who do not want to work but live from day to day on the alms...

But the truth is that we live in a rotten unscrupulous system which doesn’t care for people at all. Unfortunately everyone can end like Mr. S, not because deserved but because of the system.

Try to notice those people, some of us are lucky to be in better situation then them. Help them if you can. Even a smile and a cup of coffee or a beer will make them feel like humans again. Unfortunate people are the responsibility of all of us. We are human kind, let’s be human.

Dear Coilers, all of you who know me, know that I say what I think; all of you who hate me, know that I say the things which can hurt because they are truth!

I am politically incorrect* and I am proud of it! I do not want to pretend nor play “deaf, blind and dumb” role, I leave that to people without personal integrity. Thou I like to call it being truthful and frankly outspoken.

*politically incorrect

: not avoiding language or behavior that could offend a particular group of people – Merriam-Webster

The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their proper name – Confucius

Thou... calling things by their name can bring you nothing but contempt... a punch, ban, silencing... and personal satisfaction 😃

A man that should call everything by its right name would hardly pass the streets without being knocked down as a common enemy. – E. F. L. Wood, 1st Earl of Halifax.

But... we all know that those with candies falling out of their mouth are loved by others as sincerely as their own words are sincere. I’d rather be called names directly than behind my back!

All those “wise” crooks who constantly spill wisdoms are bums! I hope I will never be quoted for mine – Thomas Jefferson

People like to hear a sweet lie rather than the truth, which is usually bitter. All the media are full of fake news, but it is what people like. Talking to some from local / Coiling / XRP / community, I’ve noticed that they truly believe in those filthy lies, even worse, they support and follow them. Programmed to listen and obey, not to think freely, the majority have become robotic slaves of the system. They call it science(?!) I as a scientist don’t buy that “science”.

Having opinion of your own (created on facts), if not matching the mainstream one, you are going to be called names, conspiracy theorist is the common one. Thou I’d rather be called that than let myself follow the *theory of the spontaneous development of events!* (You never heared of it?? Contemplate the term if you have the capacity to.)

People are afraid of truth, they are not able to face it as the truth would crush the world as they know it. People don’t want to be free. Free thinking is dangerous if you are part of the society of commons! Plebeians are obedient, they never bark! Have a cookie 🍪, good doggie... have another one... put the mask on... 👏 good boy.

It is not easy to be a minority. Being free thinking, honest, outspoken, Christian (or of any other religion), thinking that ALL lives matter and openly saying it, questioning why your grandmother who was terminally sick and had a heart attack which was not treated as the ambulance didn’t pick her up got written in her death certificate she died of COVID... is what can cost you a lot in this world.

You have to decide for yourself, do you want to be a common or a noble?! If you are (or want to be) noble act in that manner!

Like my dear grandpa was often telling me: Srdan, never forget that you are noble and that

I am obliged to tell the truth, no matter how bitter it is!

Anyway, why am I writing this post, I’m sure you ask yourself?! (OK I know you don’t care at all but let’s pretend you do...)

I do it to please myself with writing what I really want. I was encouraged by Riley’s post...

This one will be posted and left to work for itself.

Thanks for reading,

Srdan