Gather ’round, children, and heed this tale from Head Brewer Paul:
In the wet and wild world of Base Camp lore, there exists a mythic entity known as Baltor, who is, among other things, quite incredible. Known for happily sloshing about the bountiful countryside and slapping high fives, Baltor was born with superhuman ability to bring together and harmonize all things delicious and wondrous, weaving seemingly disparate things into a cohesive whole. It is a truly incredible superpower. Say what you will about those who can fly or meld time and space or what have you; in the world of beer, Baltor is the greatest!
In the early morning hours of halloween day, in the year of our lord, 2013, The Incredible Baltor graced us with an impromptu visit to Base Camp, where he called a super secret meeting of the brewers. He told us – speaking in a language that we had never heard before yet suddenly and mysteriously understood – that we were chosen by the great congress of the brewing gods to be enlightened, through the wisdom of Baltor, to create an epic brew, combining a smooth, strong, roasty baltic porter lager beer with flavors of rum and bourbon, vanilla and oak, and fleshed out with delightfully fruit forward and complex coffee.
“It cannot be done! That is too much awesomeness for one beverage!” we cried out in unison, before looking around at each other in shock that we had just cried out something in perfect unison.
“Oh, it can, my children. It most certainly can,” reassured Baltor in his wonderous superhero language. “I will show you how.”
And thus it became reality, on that wondrous Halloween day of 2013, we brewed a baltic porter lager beer, as instructed, with domestic vienna, Bavarian debittered roast malt, French Kiln Coffee malt, and 15% Flaked oats to soften and smooth the malt profile.
“I am a huge fan of your proprietary Base Camping procedures, where you add a small portion of young lager beer to the fermented beer to achieve the utmost smooth, crisp, and clean lager character. You will do this with my namesake beer!” Baltor decreed thunderously. We complied.
“You will soak house toasted oak in rum and bourbon, adding delightful layers of molasses and vanilla to the wood, and lager the beer on these chips!” he bellowed.
“Yum,” we thought.
“You will get together with the awesome people at Trailhead Coffee roasters, and, after tasting a plethora of different varieties utilized in different extraction techniques, you will decide to brew a hyper concentrated cold extract of their delicious Guatemalan variety, and add this directly to the lagering tank!” proclaimed the great one.
“Well now you’re being a bit bossy, but ok,” we muttered under our breath.
And then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone, vanishing like a waft of steam into the brewery air. Silently we appraised one another, and knew, we would never be the same. Baltor had instilled in us a boldness, a confidence, a capacity for calculated risk taking we would take with us on all our future brewing journeys. Knowing the situation called for it, we wordlessly flying chest bumped each other, and then went about our day, in awe and stupor, eagerly awaiting the finished product of the beer that could only be named after its super awesome creator-
The Incredible Baltor.
Castings of the bones have revealed that His Magnificence will be celebrated with much aplomb and gaiety, with many sacred gallons both keg’d and bottl’d, on an auspicious ev’ntide neither near nor far. Look to the skies, children, for signs of that coming Good Day!