Pune’s story is written in monsoon mists and bustling lanes, and Alpen Bruck was born to bottle that very swirl of colour. As the clouds roll over Parvati Hill each June, we mash almost equal parts malted wheat and Pilsner malt—a 44 %/44 % duet that lends a silky haze and soft cereal sweetness to every pour. A whisper of oats keeps the body creamy, while a single charge of Hallertau Magnum adds just enough bitterness to keep you reaching for another sip.
Our brewhouse sits in this land civilized in 8th-century, where ancient stonemasons carved shrines from basalt. Legend says they quenched their thirst with “tāmbol-tepid wheat brews” after long days underground. We honour those craftsmen—substituting pneumatic mills for chisels—by fermenting Alpine Bruck at 20 °C for a fortnight, coaxing pepper-and-coriander spice from Belgian T-58 yeast and finishing at a sprightly 5.8 % ABV .
When the colourful evening chaos echoes through the city, a chilled tulip of Alpine Bruck feels like Pune’s own monsoon breeze—cool, aromatic, and fleetingly floral. Pair it with your fafourite snack and taste how new-world craft meets Deccan heritage in every golden glass.