Export Strength Bavarian Helles – 5.7%
Don’t call me a lager! I’m actually somewhere between a classic Munich Helles Bier and a Dortmunder Export. Crisis of identify? Maybe, but I’m as light (coloured) as a Helles but a tad too strong to be called one. My hop flavours from a nice floral addition of Hallertauer MittelFruh – a typical addition to this Bavarian style of lagered bier. I’m clear fresh and gentle on the mouth – refreshing as you like it! My grain bill is nice generous helping of Pale Pilsner malt, with Carapils to bring the creamier caramel notes and fresh crisp Vienna malt.
I’m happy to be called an export strength Munich Helles Bier!
In the past I might have been a dunkel – in fact most bottom fermented lagered beers form Bavaria and it’s environs were on the darker side . Since the 1920s though, the fashion for the lighter Helles side really took off.
My conditioning time was a decent 6 weeks or so spent chilling (lagering) in a tank before being pumped up with CO2 and delivered into Kegs for you to Sup. So, drink me with same care and savour my genre defying subtle complexities – even if it is a hot day!
MUSIC PAIRING
A Bavarian Helles Ride Through Electro Beats
This isn’t your average session. This is #NewElectroBeats — a tightly wound, high-voltage set that rides like a midnight train through neon-lit city streets. And it needs the right drink to ride shotgun. Enter: an Export Strength Bavarian Helles — 5.7% of smooth, malt-driven confidence.
As you press play on the mix, the first grooves snap into place like boots on concrete. Sharp hi-hats. Synthetic swagger. That unmistakable Electro bounce. It’s clear — this is built for movement. Built for nods, foot taps, and head-down strutting.
Your beer? Cold. Golden. Slightly stronger than expected — but clean, refreshing, and unapologetically German. Each sip lands like a bassline: smooth upfront, then subtly bitter in the finish. It keeps pace perfectly with the mix’s momentum.
From warped synths to robotic funk, from acidic squelches to body-jacking beats, the mix leans into the future without losing the soul of the past. You’re drinking history — reimagined. The Helles, with its legacy of precision and purity, becomes the analog to the mix’s digital edge.
By the time the final tracks hit, you’re locked in. Buzzed. Charged. The world outside fades — just you, the mix, the brew, and that low-end throb that refuses to let