Born from the heart of Old Bavaria and perfected over centuries atop Weihenstephan Hill, I am the original Helles — crisp, golden, and quietly confident. Mellow in demeanor but deep in tradition, I carry the soul of Germany’s most beloved everyday beer.

Pour me into a glass and you’ll see a gleaming straw hue crowned by a tight, creamy foam. On the nose, I whisper soft aromas of baked biscuit, floral hops, and just a flicker of peppery spice. My palate? Exceptionally clean, delicately malty, with a light hop bitterness that rounds out into a smooth, satisfying finish.

I don’t shout. I shine. My long maturation draws out character and balance, making me equally at home with stews, salads, schnitzel, or nothing at all. I’m your timeless table beer, brewed by the world’s oldest brewery and poured in countless beer halls, kitchens, and celebrations since 1040.