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.

Redelijk weeïg en moutig voor een tripel, maar ik ben wel weer toe aan wat meer middelmatige belgische brouwerijen

Flesje gedronken bij H en B. Oranje tot koperkleurig bier met mooie schuimkraag. Aroma is moutig en hoppig. Smaak en nasmaak is ook hoppig.

19/I/20 - 33cl bottle from De Hopduvel (Gent), shared @ Julia’s 3rd birthday party, BB: 30/IX/22 (2020-66)

Clear blond beer, big creamy dense white head, stable, bit adhesive, leaving some lacing in the glass. Aroma: grains, malty, spicy, coriander, hay. MF: ok carbon, medium body. Taste: malty, little sweet, caramel touch, quite some coriander, bit yeasty, orange peel, very soft bitterness. Aftertaste: malty, slightly bitter, some orange peel, pretty sweet, spicy touch in the finish. Very average beer, very stupid name. I have no problem with crude humor, as long as it serves a purpose. The humor of just calling your beer a “ball sack” (Dutch swear word), including an actual drawing of a ball sack, is just way beyond me. Am I getting old, or is it really just teenage humor? “Haha, he said DICK!” Oh well...

De Meester tastelessly re-interpreting the name of an old locally brewed beer 'Kloterke', this 'Klootzakske' is no doubt a local commercial success due its provocative name alone (meaning both 'little scrotum' and 'scumbag'). Eggshell-white, mousy, medium thick, irregularly lacing head on a misty warm peach blonde beer with ochre-straw tinge. Aroma of peaches, banana, very obvious coriander seed, flour, soap, pear, touch of orange, baking soda, dusty old cotton rags, dried camomile. Sweetish onset with a dash of non-bubblegummy banana, some dried apricot and red apple, medium carbonated with a soft, fluffy mouthfeel; gently bready malt base with soapy edges but also something dry-grainy, quickly sprinkled with dusty coriander seed spiciness and a faint hint of old dried orange peel, both blending in with a soft floral hop bitterness that remains altogether a bit superficial, even if it does linger for a brief while. Ends a bit thinnish and 'dusty', as well as soapy - clearly the coriander dominates the tail more than the hops do. Overcoriandered, clearly, but otherwise technically very correct; a decent, albeit very stereotypical tripel (I don't get some of the ratings below discussing this beer as something IPA-like), better than expected if I have to be honest, but I absolutely hate the name and the lazy and somewhat offensive label.