So, I wonder if the Karmeliet monks ever gets their Football team together and go toe to toe with the Trappists, with the winner getting bragging rights to who brews better beer. You have to admit, it'd be pretty bad-ass to watch, wouldn't it? A bunch of fat monks running around in brown robes kicking a soccer ball, with a bunch of drunken nuns singing, "Brother Thomas takes it up the arse, doo-dah, doo-dah!" And for just that occasion, I wouldn't mind watching while drinking this tripel. It doesn't taste as potent as some of the Trappist tripels, as it has a nice mellow flavor, a little bit of lemon in the background, and a nice balance of wheat, oat and barley. 8% ABV, which will give you the courage to yell at the ref for calling Offsides on Pere Jacques, while hitting on Sister Mary Catherine.
Reviewed: October 15, 2005