Chimay Grande Reserve Beer: Brewed By Trappist Monks, Fermented In Oak Barrels, Drunk (By Some) With Humpback Whales
by Ken Gargett
I think that the last time I ventured through the doors of a church was when many years ago a friend and I attended the funeral of another friend’s father. It did not go quite as planned.
We were late (no pun intended) and forced to squeeze along the back row, which created a major, and majorly embarrassing, disturbance. Given that we were aware (as was everyone, so this is not telling tales out of school) that our friend’s father was a deeply unpopular man with absolutely everyone who knew him, family included, we could not believe the huge crowd that had assembled (on one occasion, a group of us were invited around to his place but by the time we got there, he’d changed his mind – fair enough – but standing at the door and waving an axe at us to make the point seemed overkill).
Then it dawned on us that we were at the wrong funeral (I really wish I was making this up, but enough time – just – has passed so that I don’t curl up in a corner thinking about this). We had to push our way back along the row, creating an unforgivable disturbance. I assure you that the only person who wanted to be there less than us was the deceased.
We eventually found the right funeral, but only as everyone was exiting the church. Only to discover the departed’s son-in-law going about telling everyone how “shocking” the entire thing was. Which might not have been quite so appalling had his father-in-law not died by accidentally electrocuting himself in his workshop.
For me, religion is a fascinating subject. Why does something in which the vast majority of the planet accepts and believes, usually without question, elude some of us so completely? I am the first to admit that some of the finest people I know are deeply religious and carry that with them through their lives.
But then, some of the finest people I know don’t have a religious bone in their bodies. I am more than happy for humans to believe in whatever gives them comfort, whether it be a mainstream religion or the divinity of the dancing wombats, provided that it does not lead to violence or any group imposing their will on others. Good luck with that!
What started this seemingly utterly irrelevant digression?
Two things.
I am undertaking the nightmare of moving house. I’m still looking for new digs but am currently ensconced at the family beach shack until I do. As we head into winter, the humpback whales are making their annual migration up the east coast of Australia.
To go for an early morning walk along a deserted beach while these magnificent creatures are offshore and leaping high into the air, seemingly for the sheer joy of it, is a magnificent experience and one that makes it easy to understand why societies are able to believe in a higher power (mind you, the fact that for so many years humans have hunted and slaughtered these extraordinary creatures with harpoons makes it harder to do so).
The second reason is monks. And beer. Not in the sense of those bumper stickers – “And On The Seventh Day, God Created Beer” – but in particular, Chimay Beer. Or perhaps I should say ale – I come from that generation (and culture) that decrees all lagers, ales, pilsners, and so on to be simply beer.
Chimay
When I first got interested in wines, champagnes, ports, spirits and beers, beer was altogether too standard. Each state in Australia had a brewery, perhaps two, and that was your beer.
In Queensland, it was XXXX. If you walked into almost any pub and asked for a beer, no one would say, “What beer?” You simply got served a XXXX.
Some pubs had Powers, and now and again there was another interloper. But in general, beer in Queensland was XXXX, and that was that. You could say the same for each state.
Needless to say, there was as much rivalry and good-natured banter as if they were football teams (we were always told that Queenslanders drank XXXX because we couldn’t spell “beer”). Woe betides anyone caught drinking an out-of-state beer.
There were, however, a few places where you could find the occasional bottle imported from overseas. Novelties, sure, but interesting. I remember seeing some 750 ml bottles of something with a blue/gold shield on the bottle, which turned out to be Chimay Grande Reserve.
I didn’t know what Chimay was, where it came from, or why it had a vintage on it (vintage beer? That was an entirely bizarre concept), but I bought a bottle. No idea what vintage. A little research back then told me that these beers aged well, so into a case of wine it went, the intention being to drink it in a couple of years.
As these things are wont to do, the best laid plans . . . I completely forgot about it and only discovered it many years later. I had thought that I had probably done it a disservice, leaving it for so long, but I remember being wowed by it and immediately buying a few more to lay down.
One of these must have been a 2017 Chimay Grande Reserve as that is what I came upon recently. Yes, I had forgotten them again.
A glorious winter’s afternoon a few days ago. Winter here means that you will need more than a T-shirt in the early mornings, but expect electric blue skies without a hint of a cloud, crisp days with hardly a breath of wind, and a maximum of around 22 to 23°C. I have no doubt that we have the best weather on the planet from around late April to September. And some of the worst the rest of the year, although sun worshippers might disagree.
But the perfect time for a cigar outside in sight of the ocean. The Chimay seemed like the perfect match (it was). Toss in a good thriller (loving the books of Mick Herron at the moment), and it does not get better.
Chimay: Belgian Trappist beer
I was always told that beer is best when first released, when freshest. And that is true for most of them. But there are a few, especially those that have seen the inside of an oak barrel, that do benefit from further ageing. Hefty alcohol is also useful as a preservative. Personally, I’d also suggest that those with some sweetness, such as porters and stouts, benefit more from ageing than those without.
Chimay is a Belgian Trappist beer. To expand on beer to the extent I would wish would literally require a book. Or at least a large chunk of the internet.
Any beverage hoping to qualify as a Trappist beer must be recognized as such by the International Trappist Association (I’m not making that up). And for that to happen, the beer must be brewed by Trappist monks. Only 13 monasteries are entitled to claim they brew Trappist beer.
Of these 13, five are in Belgium, two in the Netherlands, and one each in Austria, Italy, England, France, Spain, and the United States. Not all produce beer, and Achel, one of the Belgian breweries, can no longer call its beers Trappist as its last monk passed away earlier this year.
The Trappist order is a Catholic order that originated in the Cistercian monastery of La Trappe, France. In the mid-seventeenth century, the abbot decided that Cistercians were becoming a touch too liberal and he wasn’t having it. Something called the strict observance was born. Most importantly, from this came the decree that all monasteries should be self-supporting. Beer and cheese were obvious choices as revenue generators.
Many Trappist monasteries have been destroyed over the centuries by wars and revolutions. Indeed, during the French Revolution the state confiscated the La Trappe monastery and closed various religious houses, forcing the monks to flee to Switzerland, Russia, and Belgium. Hence, the strength of the Belgian Trappist beer industry. Despite all this, the rules for these beers are still in place.
Basically, the rules are as follows.
- The beer must be brewed within the walls of a Trappist monastery, either by the monks themselves or under their supervision.
- The brewery must be of secondary importance within the monastery, and it should bear witness to the business practices proper to a monastic way of life.
- The brewery is not intended to be a profit-making venture. The income covers the living expenses of the monks and the maintenance of the buildings and grounds. Whatever remains is donated to charity for social work and to help persons in need.
Chimay has sometimes been criticized as its production obviously exceeds the monks’ needs (sales figures are around 40 million Euros annually, with production in excess of 120,000 hectoliters). However, the order located in the abbey of Scourmont in Belgium defends this by noting that the profits are used solely for supporting the monastic community, for charities, and for the development of the region.
Chimay: origins of its beer
Chimay’s origins began in 1862 when monks from Westvleteren Abbey left to begin a separate operation at Scourmont. To begin with, things did not go well. The intention was to rehabilitate what they termed “delinquent children.” Sadly, the first prior was jailed with 20 years’ hard labor for multiple counts of sexual assault.
A second soon followed with a ten-year sentence. A further two enjoyed shorter terms for physically abusing students. One of the brothers then decided to burn down the church, library, and a new dormitory.
The reason? He was miffed at being reprimanded for breaking his vow of silence. He may have subsequently regretted that as he was sentenced to death. Eventually, Scourmont was granted the status of an abbey and things settled. Beer and cheese are always preferable to the guillotine.
Water for the brewing comes from two wells, both located inside the monastery walls. The solids from the beer mash are recycled into fodder for the cows that produce the various cheeses made by the monks. Bottling is offsite, which is permitted, and the beer will then referment in the bottle for three weeks. Fifty percent of production is exported.
Chimay offers various beers that are named by color of the label. Blue, or Grande Reserve as it is also known (there is also one with rum barrel influence, but I’ll leave that aside), is in a 75 cl bottle and a hefty nine percent though you’d hardly notice it, such is the balance.
It is top fermented and not pasteurized. Second fermentation is in oak barrels and the third in the bottle. The 2017 batch saw six months in barrels. The yeast was isolated by one of the monks. I would have loved to provide more information from the horse’s mouth, so to speak, but the website has cleverly subtitled the instructional videos in the same language as the chap in them is speaking – or perhaps a different language but certainly one beyond me.
Grande Reserve (AUD$25) was first brewed in time for Christmas in 1948.
This is an ideal winter beer (well, our winter – I can’t comment for other, less fortunate, parts of the globe) and full of interest. Wonderfully complex, it is undoubtedly powerful and full flavored, but so well balanced. There are notes of vanilla, caramel, and roasted malts. A coffee bean, mocha character with chocolate notes. Complex, clean, and with a finish that exhibits no cloying at all.
Whether you drink it soon after purchase or cellar it for extra richness and complexity, this is a cracking beer and definitely one that should be on your radar. And it is a brilliant match if you want a full-flavored cigar.
For more information, please visit www.chimay.com.
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I am fortunate to have a small shop which sells Chimay within a few hundred yards of my house. It is certainly well-made, but temperature is very important.
It must be well-chilled!
However, I do miss my native beers, Deuchars IPA & Maclay’s 80 spring to mind.
Thanks, Tam. Always appreciate the thoughts. There are so many great beers around the place (lot of rubbish as well, of course). Love to cover more.
Chimay Blue is my favorite beer. I enjoyed reading and learning more about it.
The pandemic messed with my plans to visit Westvleteren Abbey:(
Will keep an eye out for the Grand Reserve. Thanks!
Thanks, Marko. Hope you get to the Abbey before too long.
If you fancy these, than Orval and Sint Sixtus should definitely be on your radar. Sint Sixtus are the original brewers for the Westvleteren beer which is kinda famous. Orval is certainly cellar capable/ worthy as is Westvleteren. Been biking there last week-end…. beautiful area in Rural Flanders, my hometown. Also worth mentioning are the Dutch La Trappe brewery beers. Great article Ken!
Thanks, Werner. Orval I have tried and enjoyed in the past. Sint Sixtus I don’t know. Will keep an eye out.
Souhaitons pour un groupe de 30 personne connaitre les conditions de visite de la brasserie .
Merci
Cordialement.
R . Fontaine club Calandre Retro Rouennaise
Hi Rene,
Thanks for your comment. sadly, i don’t speak French but i am guessing that this is about visiting the Abbey/Brewery? If that is so, I suggest you contact them direct. I’m based in Australia and have no specific contacts with them. If i have mis-translated, my apologies and hopefully someone ele might be able to assist?
Hi René, please send a message to https://chimay.com/abbaye-de-scourmont/ and see what they say. I know that they are limiting visits.
It’s worth looking at the comments at https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g2692107-d2692110-Reviews-Espace_Chimay-Bourlers_Hainaut_Province_Wallonia.html
Regards, Ian