In the 15th century, none less than the legendary Polish chronicler, Jan Długosz himself, in his work Liber beneficjorum dioecesis Cracoviensis (The Book of Benefices of the Diocese of Kraków) mentions the manorial brewery in Pilica and the beer brewed there which was known at the royal court.
Yet sadly, some 100 years ago this five-century-long tradition was interrupted by the First World War.
The town itself is steeped in rich history and legends, many of which are mysterious and blood-curdling.
It was here that the third wife of Władysław Jagiełło, king of Poland, was born.
In 1748, Maria Józefa Sobieska, the wife of Konstanty Sobieski, son of the famed king of Poland Jan III Sobieski, issued a decree on the brewing of beer in Pilica. For years, she lived in the central part of the town at the castle which still stands there today, as if frozen in time.
Pilica has played its part in the history of Poland, and now its time for the Pilica Beer Revolution! After years of absence on the beer market, using our experience and knowledge gained from home brewing, we plan to place Pilica firmly in the annals of craft beer by brewing legends. #browarpilica #pilica
Pilica is our home and our family, and we warmly invite you to visit this amazing place. Drop in for a beer and get to know us.
Be seeing you!
Amber Ale entices the palate with a serious dose of orange flavour. The Belgian yeast does its thing, adding a subtly sweet, delicately full-bodied note.
His coat is raised by a floral-herbal bank of fog with each passing step. A touch of bitterness and maltiness are his aces up the sleeve. Nobly dressed, he was wont to say: Pilsner, a classic from Pilica! Sit with me at the table, discover my secrets.
Above the spring of a mighty river you stood and glinted in the morning light. The wind called out to me to bring you a gentle rain of citrus flavour. A basket of apricots, grapefruit, I’ll leave the basket of passionfruit behind. Pilica, your smile sparkles and your heart is aflame in a thick head of clouds.
Comrades! Whilst returning from battle through the woods what should occur? Into a peach I stumbled! What ho, a capital idea indeed! To mix the peach with the wheat in a bubbling cauldron. A worthy drink is never unwelcome! For I am a man who likes to accompany praise of mighty deeds with the clank of a tankard of beer! To Pilica! … And onwards, comrades, to our next battle!
From the Cave of Clocks comes a sound, a harbinger of midnight. Presently, in the Dark Forest steps can be heard, the crackling of branches. It is her, guarding her royal domain. Her eyes squint when she sees you. Her bitterness never bores. And a sweet riposte, but of course! Bitter chocolate, coffee, that’s how I would put it. Let the courageous among you follow in her footsteps and fall under the spell of her royal highness.
The Magister is deep in thought, composing a formula. Water – the foundation. Pour in the malt up to the rim. Flakes of oats and wheat are essential. A step to the right, where the scale stands. X and Y hops fill out the rest. A catalyst? Let’s add yeast. It works! Time for observation. I must test it with my nose – golden plum and apricot!
Just the right amount of bitterness, pleasantly so. Thick foam, the moustache test – the perfect bouquet.