There’s Something a Little Sad About St. Bernardus Christmas Ale in a 12 Oz Can
Photos via St. Bernardus
While walking through a grocery store recently, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. There, nestled among the displays of holiday candies and six-packs of assorted, spice-bombed Christmas ales, was a four-pack of one of the most beloved holiday beers of them all, St. Bernardus Christmas Ale.
Now, in and of itself, that wouldn’t be terribly noteworthy. The classic Belgian dark strong ale has been sold in four-packs of 11.2 oz bottles for at least a few years now, offering greater flexibility for fans who don’t want to break into an entire 750 ml bottle on any given night. But these weren’t bottles. No, this was St. Bernardus Christmas Ale in a four-pack of 12 oz cans. And not even printed cans, either—these were wrapped cans of the sort you might expect to see from Local Hype Brewery’s new, weekly hazy IPA release. In other words, quite a change in the presentation of a brand that has so long been associated with the heavy, festal tradition of decanting from a weighty glass bottle.
I must admit, looking at that four-pack of 12 oz cans stirred a pang of nostalgia in me, and a twinge of accompanying sadness. It’s not as if this is some kind of momentous decision that is likely to shape the future of one of the great, historic Belgian monastic brewers, but it is a choice that feels steeped in symbolism and portent. It hints at the struggles faced by historic brewers like St. Bernardus to maintain relevance and appreciation among American beer drinkers, in a segment that their classic abbey ales originally helped to build. Lord only knows how many American beer geeks first found a passion for “better beer” over goblets of Prior 8 or Abt. 12, before the classic Belgian beer styles increasingly gave way to a hype cycle that now seems to revolve almost entirely around gimmickry and adjuncts. It’s sad to see St. Bernardus Christmas Ale in a wrapped can because it’s a brand where that would once have been decried as “undignified” for its status—the kind of beer had a level of mystique and gravitas that now seems absent from craft beer in general. It’s the same feeling a wine drinker might have, looking at a canned version of Dom Pérignon. It’s also a sign of the times.
I can’t argue against the obvious economic reasons to make such a move, which speak for themselves. And make no mistake, in terms of practicality and convenience, having access to a world-class beer like this in a manageable, more easily transported 12 oz can is by no means a bad thing for drinkers. In addition to helping control portion sizes on a 10% ABV, dangerously drinkable Belgian quad, the can likely serves as good protection for that precious cargo. After buying one of the four-packs, I can attest that the beer is as sublime as it was when it placed #2 in our last blind tasting of 103 Christmas beers, awash in celebratory flavors of dark, vinous fruit, toasted pumpernickel bread, clove, anise, caramelized sugars and oh-so-subtle acidity. It’s a masterpiece of composition and complexity; exactly the sort of thing that the current beer zeitgeist has little use for.