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The New IPA: Scientific Guide to Hop Aroma and Flavor (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 4.41 — 173 ratings — published 2019
The Hop Grower's Handbook: The Essential Guide for Sustainable, Small-Scale Production for Home and Market (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.20 — 50 ratings — published 2015
For The Love of Hops: The Practical Guide to Aroma, Bitterness and the Culture of Hops (Brewing Elements)
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avg rating 4.13 — 666 ratings — published 2012
The Beer Book (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.71 — 106 ratings — published 2008
Beer Manual: The practical guide to the history, appreciation and brewing of beer - 7,000 BC onwards (all flavours) (Owners' Workshop Manual)
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avg rating 3.60 — 5 ratings — published 2013
“What's your enterprise of choice?"
Vane grinned. "Hops."
Patience blinked. "Hops?"
"A vital ingredient used to flavor and clarify beers. I own Pembury Manor, an estate near Tunbridge in Kent."
"And you grow hops?"
Vane's smile teased. "As well as apples, pears, cherries, and cob nuts."
Drawing back in her saddle, Patience stared at him. "You're a farmer!"
One brown brow rose. "Among other things."
Recognizing the glint in his eyes, she swallowed a humph.”
― A Rake's Vow
Vane grinned. "Hops."
Patience blinked. "Hops?"
"A vital ingredient used to flavor and clarify beers. I own Pembury Manor, an estate near Tunbridge in Kent."
"And you grow hops?"
Vane's smile teased. "As well as apples, pears, cherries, and cob nuts."
Drawing back in her saddle, Patience stared at him. "You're a farmer!"
One brown brow rose. "Among other things."
Recognizing the glint in his eyes, she swallowed a humph.”
― A Rake's Vow
“This business of petty inconvenience and indignity, of being kept waiting about, of having to do everything at other people’s convenience, is inherent in working-class life. A thousand influences constantly press a working man down into a passive role. He does not act, he is acted upon. He feels himself the slave of mysterious authority and has a firm conviction that ‘they’ will never allow him to do this, that, and the other. Once when I was hop-picking I asked the sweated pickers (they earn something under sixpence an hour) why they did not form a union. I was told immediately that ‘they’ would never allow it. Who were ‘they’? I asked. Nobody seemed to know, but evidently ‘they’ were omnipotent.”
― The Road to Wigan Pier
― The Road to Wigan Pier
