As the last week has been so insane with the move, I’ve been drinking a bit more cider than I really should. This was another of my birthday ciders, which I had on Saturday night after a few glasses of prosecco.
I was a little out of it (moving day had been a long day and the prosecco went straight to my head), but I do remember it having a vaguely similar taste to Breton cider, which is no bad thing.