The Cider Diaries-25/2/09
Firstly, I should probably apologise both for the lateness and the poor quality of the posts that will follow, recounting from now up until April. Most of the writing up of the cider diaries had been done on Ceri's laptop back at Fog and Ceri's place, mostly while we were drinking, and when his laptop broke I'm afraid I let the writing slide as well. In my defence I've been working two jobs and trying to have some sort of social life as well and writing eats up a lot of time. The laptop is fixed now so I guess it's up to me to play catch up. Anyway, back to the task in hand....
Fog and I met up with Kyle and our friend Jess in Juno Lounge, a classy local bar that has a great relaxed atmosphere and serves great food. But we weren't there to eat. We were there to drink a cider. A very special cider....
76. Stowford Press Traditional Draught Cider
This cider has long been Fog's favourite cider but this year he had managed to make it nearly to the end of February without enjoying a single pint of the stuff. I had managed to convince him that we should put it off, as something to look forward to. Even after 75 other ciders Fog's adour hadn't dampened. He proclaimed it his favourite so far. He loved it in fact.
At first Jess didn't join us on the Stowford Press, preferring to stick to wine. She did give our pints a sniff and declared that it smelled like pot pourri. I imagined that to be a compliment until she elaborated. "You know? Like those bowls of stale smelly petals people use to stink out their bathrooms?" Nevertheless she did join us for a pint a little later.
Fog was right. While it wasn't my favourite cider it was a very enjoyable drop and there was no way we could stop at just one pint. But there was yet another cider waiting for us back at Fog's flat so after four-or was it five?-pints we left Juno lounge and headed for (Fog's) home.
76. Cornish Rattler
This cider was gifted to us by Kyle and the three of us, me, Fog and Kyle enjoyed it in front of an episode of A Bit of Fry and Laurie. I'll be honest. I wasn't in the best state to be judging a new cider at this point but I found Cornish Rattler to be very sharp, almost acidic. I wasn't drinking very fast and ended up taking it back to my house to finish off while I cooked some chicken wings.
Fog and I met up with Kyle and our friend Jess in Juno Lounge, a classy local bar that has a great relaxed atmosphere and serves great food. But we weren't there to eat. We were there to drink a cider. A very special cider....
76. Stowford Press Traditional Draught Cider
This cider has long been Fog's favourite cider but this year he had managed to make it nearly to the end of February without enjoying a single pint of the stuff. I had managed to convince him that we should put it off, as something to look forward to. Even after 75 other ciders Fog's adour hadn't dampened. He proclaimed it his favourite so far. He loved it in fact.
At first Jess didn't join us on the Stowford Press, preferring to stick to wine. She did give our pints a sniff and declared that it smelled like pot pourri. I imagined that to be a compliment until she elaborated. "You know? Like those bowls of stale smelly petals people use to stink out their bathrooms?" Nevertheless she did join us for a pint a little later.
Fog was right. While it wasn't my favourite cider it was a very enjoyable drop and there was no way we could stop at just one pint. But there was yet another cider waiting for us back at Fog's flat so after four-or was it five?-pints we left Juno lounge and headed for (Fog's) home.
76. Cornish Rattler
This cider was gifted to us by Kyle and the three of us, me, Fog and Kyle enjoyed it in front of an episode of A Bit of Fry and Laurie. I'll be honest. I wasn't in the best state to be judging a new cider at this point but I found Cornish Rattler to be very sharp, almost acidic. I wasn't drinking very fast and ended up taking it back to my house to finish off while I cooked some chicken wings.
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