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Dominus Vobiscum Triple

by John Breese
(Beer Delegate, QC, Canada)

Dominus Vobiscum Triple
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Monks are the bomb. Who else could get away with funky haircuts that would have even the Three Stooges yelling "Hey buddy, you look like a friggin' jackass!"

Who else can get away with draping themselves in robes that make potato sacks look glamorous? Take the most famous monk of them all, Friar Tuck, now there was a fine example of a monk with some serious slick-points in his back pocket... or maybe I should say his coin purse, I'm not really sure if those robes had pockets.

While Robin Hood and Little John would be trying to think of the cleverest way to trick the Sheriff of Nottingham into walking over a medieval bear-trap, the good Friar was digging out bottles of booze stashed away in hollow tree trunks and then going off to his corner of the woods to do his own thing. continues below

Of course we don’t see this side of him in that old show Rocket Robin Hood.

Still, I have to admit it's pretty cool to see the good friar still decked out in those old robes while zipping around in outer space with a rocket pack that would make Boba Fett proud.

One thing's for sure, all those characterisations of monks as drunks aren't really stereotypes. Show some understanding.

These guys are prohibited from congregating with members of the fair sex, so can you really blame for dabbling in the home-brewing business to compensate for the all that lack of petunia? Judge thee not.

Sure they've concocted nefarious potions such as England's infamous Buckfast, which has been credited with the continued downfall of Britain's lower class (i.e.; Schemies, Neds and Chavs) for which they've garnered more than their share of bad publicity. But has anyone stopped to think that if said Schemies, Neds and Chavs continue to sprout up then they must be getting some action? Are the holy men getting any? No. So you see... a cyclic balance has been established.

Here in Quebec we have ourselves our own monks hiding up in the mountains and cranking out a beer known as Dominus Vobiscum Triple inside a heavily-secured golden temple. Alright, alright, I only jest! It's not actually brewed by monks. I don't think we even have monks in Quebec. In reality this fine little number is put together by the fine folks at La Microbrasserie Charlevoix who were 'inspired' by the monks.

The brewery itself describes this baby as a bouquet of spices and the claim holds up. The sweet blend of said spices balances well with the strong, medium-thick body. Another quality I insist on for my beer is found here. This nectar packs an aftertaste that remains consistent throughout the experience and I drink at what I consider a very liberal pace.

For those of you who'd like to give Dominus Vobiscum Triple a try while taking a trip down memory lane, just click here to enjoy the misadventures of Friar Fett.