I wonder what to make of cider. I like it a lot but the sequence of flavours differs from beer and wine. More top to bottom layers than tight chronological in order. Not sure why I think that is the case. But I do. Still, who cares when it is this tasty?
Bought this at Oliver's in Albany for $8.09 for a bomber. A lower Hudson Valley tipple. Not a heavy cider but with a Russet earthy thing under a sweeter upper level. The texture, for lack of a better word, is a bit cakey - like egg batter chiffon. Lots going on. A bit of Mosel minerality. Didn't notice the maple that apparently was added. Effervescent in mouth. White foam and froth on the pour dissipates after lingering just a few seconds. Pale straw brilliant fluid.
Halfway though the bottle I nosed around the tree in the background for some reason and realized the whole damn thing was hanging on by its fingernails, the core being quite weak and compromised. Three hours later with only a finishing saw and secateurs, the amateur arborist rested. Likely removed 400 pounds of unbalanced weight but who knows. Had many a fine beer under the shade of that tree. Good to have the juice of the fruit of some trees to deal with the lungful of sawdust and the pile of boughs.