Kloster Andechs is famous for:
a) a great cheese,
b) really good Bavarian cuisine and most importantly
c) those monks brew a hell of a beer.

After an hour walk and a short obligatory visit to the old chapel, everybody ends up either in the vast beer hall or if the weather permits in the beer garden.
The next couple of hours those devotees get totally hammered on the monk's finest ales and stuff themselves with gigantic Hax'n (pork knuckles) or Leberkaes (meat loaf).
In the afternoon, droves of those good Christians, spiritually revived, are tumbling down the hill again.
Now that is a religious ritual I can understand.
It is the closest I ever come to some kind of spiritual enlightenment.

As I mentioned above, Kloster Andechs is also famous for its cheese. You can buy their cheese only at the Kloster and there is a reason for that.
The cheese smells.
It actually stinks so bad that it is impossible to bring it into a enclosed room or to transport in any way without risking to get lynched by the people around you.
It would blow the windows out of your car if you tried bring it home. If they would have found some of that cheese in Iraq, Bush and Blair would have been vindicated.
I guess it would qualify as a biological weapon of mass destruction.

My mom actually bought one for me. In the train on the way home we had to put our bag in the next compartment and the we tried to look indifferent.
People started to sniff, distorting their faces and looking all around the train for some kind of a dead animal.
My mom and I were pretending to look around as well.

But the cheese tastes really great once you get it past your gas-mask.