The follow-up to the infamous Klootzakske, and again these guys (working with Fort Lapin in Bruges - and it apparently takes seven of them to come up with completely worn formulas) could not resist the sexual innuendo disgracing the label of their first beer, with a name that means as much as 'horny slut' and depicting female breasts. This may well be intended as an "ode to the Klootzakske topwijven" (indeed the seven spouses behind the abovementioned guys), it remains inappropriate and potentially offensive to do so, a premise filling me with suspicion. Inches thick, foamy, cobweb-lacing, eggshell-white, rocky head towering over a misty peach blonde beer with 'dirty' pale orangey hue. Aroma initially muffled by all that foam, but then releasing impressions of soggy old bread, damp straw, cooked turnip, peach, moist jute bags, cooked apple, honey, banana peel, brown soap, tomato soup gone sour, cloves, puddle water. Fruity onset, sweetish but not sweet, hinting at peach, pear and a bit of banana, sourish touch accentuated by lively carbonation, quite minerally; soft, supple body, soggy rusk- and bread crust-like malts with a slight caramelly edge and a thin layer of residual honeyish sweetness on top, while the fruity esters continue well into a moderately hoppy finish, floral and softly bitter, notably earthy and even 'dirty', mingling with clove-like phenols and bready yeastiness. Some thin residual sweetness remains till the last drop but sugars are not so much the issue here: there is something vaguely 'off' to the nose, as in soup going sour, and even if it remains vague, it still manages to irritate me a bit throughout the bottle. The redeeming feature here is that earthy, noble hop bitterness, lasting for quite a while, albeit in a gentle manner; as for the four different grains used here: barley is obvious of course as always, rye adds a grey bread-like spicy note but very lightly so, spelt adds a dim kind of grainy spiciness but also very lightly, and the corn flakes add a certain amount of faint creaminess which this beer does not even need. A regular blonde, in all, as there are a dime a dozen, dull and predictable like its masculine predecessor. And still the imagery of these two beers bothers me more than the blandness and tediousness of the beers themselves... "Grow up" is likely the first advice I shall give these guys if I ever come across them at a beer festival - this 'Hete Klinke' is hardly a compliment to their wives, if you ask me.

Fles gekregen van Inoven. Het is een oranje geel bier met een volle witte schuimkraag. Het heeft een fruitige geur. De smaak is fruitig en zacht zoet.

33cl bottle from Spar supermarket in Oostende. F: big, white, good retention. C: deep gold, hazy. A: malty, peach, bit lychee, bit red fruits, strawberries touch. T: medium malty base, exotic fruits, lychee, bit strawberries, candy sugar, bit herbal, decent bitterness, medium carbonation, bit more on the sweet side yet ok, enjoyed.

More yellow foam than beer at pouring; hazy amberish orange beer, very lively carbonated to textbook lace. Spicy & herbal nose, dried leaf spices, curry/kari leaf, laurel; some caramel, hint @ ureum. Spiciness/herbs even more pronounced in the mouth. Bit peppery even. Obvious candi sugar, "hot" malts, caramel and bitterish autumn leaves as finish. At least medium bodied and very slick, high carbonation. Nothing wrong with the beer, nor very special. But as you can read on the blurb, the puberal utterances from the 'brewer' have not yet abated.

Flesje gedeeld met familie tijdens feest. Geel tot oranje-achtig bier, licht troebel met flinke witte schuimkraag. Aroma enigszins houtig en fruitig. Smaak is fruitig en zoet. Smaak trekt snel weg.

Fles 33cl thuis. Belgisch gist, matig kruidig, wat banaan, wat overrijp geel fruit, moutig, ergens pepertje, bittertonen, vrij droog. (18-7-2021).

Huge, towering, very dense & fine-bubbled just yellowish tinted head over a bit of lemonjuice-looking beer, lots of lace. Bit soapy nose, herbal, grassy, lots of pale malts, spicy. Very spicy taste, rootspices, overlying pale malts. Dried lemonpeel, peppery (especially the finish, building up). Good carbonation, very dry finish & aftertaste. OK, it's not average, it's definitely not mainstream. But I still don't know if there's a necessity for this. And as for the cyclists' aspect, they will all buy Kwaremont, since they see that on TV on daily basis. And why anyone wants to call his brewery 'Klootzakske' is utterly beyond me. Thanks to Stef!

Fles thuis geprobeerd met LiekevdV. Het is een helder goudgeel bier met een volle witte schuimkraag. Het heeft een moutige wat kruidige geur. De smaak is moutig, kruidig en wat peperig.

Belgian blonde from the 'bierfirma' that gave us the memorably, but in my opinion distastefully named Klootzakske, fitting in a long tradition of 'cyclist beers' (think Louwaege's Flandrien from a few decades ago, for example). Opens with a hissing sound and some foam slowly tries to creep out of the bottle neck a few seconds after that, but no true gushing. Inches thick, egg-white, very foamy, towering, dense and pillowy head over an initially lightly hazy, yellow straw blonde beer with warm golden hue and fierce sparkling feeding the enormous head. Aroma (after the minerally sting of carbon dioxide has faded) of banana peel, white bread crust, coriander seed, raw potato, old dry lemon peel, dried lemon thyme, freshly cut green pear, white pepper, freshly cut grass, baking soda, old aspirin tablets, sweat gone sour. Crisp onset, green apple, unripe peach and hard pear notes with a weird and unpleasant old and expired aspirin sourness and wryness lurking from below, initially still somewhat 'masked' by very sharply stinging, overly minerally carbonation; light, cereally and white-bready core, spiced with coriander seed and some clove-like phenols, leading to a grassy and somewhat peppery hop bittering finish - yet this weird old aspirin effect grows stronger and stronger, eventually shape-shifting to something more akin to sour sweat, which pushes itself upwards retronasally - and very unpleasantly so. Needless to say, this latter aspect ruined an already 'suspicious' beer for me - so half of it went down the drain. I assume drinking this ice cold - as it is intended, since the label mentions 4° C to 6° C - will indeed muffle the flaws, but in trying to critically assess beers, such temperatures are of course ridiculous, so I had this at a higher temperature than that, revealing its flaws (other than being dramatically uninspired). Most of it ended up down the drain. This whole Klootzakske project doesn't do it for me anyway and in the new jungle of self-proclaimed 'bierfirma's' and would-be breweries today in Belgium, it is one of the least I would miss if it were to disappear again.