Welcome to the Granite State’s leading craft brewery, located in the historic seaport city of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Smuttynose was founded in 1994 by the folks who started the Northampton ;and Portsmouth Breweries. Our beers - Shoals Pale Ale, Old Brown Dog, Star Island Single, IPA, Robust Porter, the Big Beer Series & our seasonal specialties - Hanami, Summer Weizen, Pumpkin Ale & Winter Ale - are distributed from Maine to Florida.
We offer tours of our facility at 3:00 on Thursday and Friday afternoons. Here's a map to help you find us.
Thanks for your support,
The Smuttynose Crew
“Smuttynose has a well-earned reputation as one of America’s best all around breweries.”
All About Beer Magazine
Why's there sediment in my IPA?
We occasionally get inquiries about the “lees” (sediment) that sometimes appears in our IPA bottles. “What is it and why is it there?” people want to know. It is a combination of malt proteins, hop tannins & yeast, which occur naturally in a dry-hopped, unfiltered beer such as Smuttynose IPA.
Because most mass-produced beers are subjected to intense filtration - mostly for aesthetic reasons - many people have grown accustomed to crystal-clear beers. We, too, could make a beer that is pretty and bright by processing it that way, but that would sacrifice flavor, which we are not willing to do. We like the way our IPA tastes, so we've chosen to live with our “ugly” beer, even though this may not please everyone. So here's to lees, a healthy & natural feature of our homely IPA! Cheers!
POETRY CORNER
We're not sure why, but our beers have inspired some to wax poetic. How about you. Perhaps after reading this you might be moved to submit a bit of your own Old Brown Doggerel?
Beer After YearFrom the end of the bar, I heard somebody say,
They've got a new beer and they call it Big A.Hey, Bartender, do you have any here?I drink it myself, it's a hell of a beer.I fisted that bottle and took a big slugThen looked at the boxer - what a big lug!Two more hits and I finished that round.I grabbed me a six-pack and headed downtown.It's been the same for me most every day:What are ya drinking? It's called Big A.
Big Al C.
Some Free Verse:
i cracked open a wheat wine ale while tripping during a government muleconcert in my livingroom, but now it's hendrix and the rainbow that is, isin my mouth and it's all about the beer which is, simply, a reverse drumbeat upon the tounge - an exhillerating, deep, remembrance of once was an ancient spirit, pregnant in mother earth, a honey sweet beat running through my blood.
Your brew hear - it's the nectar of the gods, and it's all i'll crave forsustainance from now on - you rock, keep it up, love your dog (the reallyold one)
fratt
Old Brown DogOld Brown Dog tastes good.
I could drink it forever.Embrace the taste. Chug!
Allain and Taylor
O Smuttynose IPA!
Weary in the head, languid in the knees
Drained from quotidien toilsBut there is a sap, in bottle or on tapThat will lift me from my spoils
The day bitter, mind hazyBut I feel them reverse as it flowsBitter, now hoppy! Hoppily shocking me!Even the haze, now it glows!
O the glorious wayThat thou hast saved the day
O Smuttynose IPA!
Christopher Berresford
Imperial StoutThere is no doubt Imperial Stout;The stuff that tests ones mettle.I took one sip across my lipAnd now I'll never settle.
Peter Willcox
HaikuHazed hopped elixirFinest kind, t'aint none bettuhBreak out the lawn chairs!
Ken Morse, At Bats Baseball Training Facility, Boxboro MA
An Ode to PerfectionWith the adjective Smutty applied to your noseIt's an effort of love to come up with the proseTo tell all the world with lips pure and trueOf the excellent taste of your quality brew.
The Malamute's far from where Cy and Old PaulAre whooping it up and having a ballBut the bottles they savor you can bet your last buckWill prove far more pleasant than Dan McGrew's luck.
So I thank both the brewer and bottler tooFor the best beer that's sold from Taipei to PeruI've tried every one-Be quite sure of that-And yours is the best to come out of the vat.
Troyonymous
Well Spent AfternoonPale pinely cascade hopping
tickles lighted neuronsgentling opening cardial and cranial portalsto contentlyness.
Flying stick dragonsout skill skeeterlyblood lurkers inphotosynthetic abundance.Waiting berries buzz.
I go slow (speed is ruin!)Sitting outside,soaking happy electronsbrewed and incidentalas they pour in.
Ryan Conner
(The subject is Shoals Pale Ale. I wrote it before I knew you were silly enough to ask for poetry. Thanks for brewing!)
(Site last updated 02/7/10)
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