When Mum and Dad go to France, they usually bring me back some Breton or Normandy cider. It’s always much appreciated!
I developed the taste for French cider on childhood family holidays, when we used to drink it out of cider bowls outside on the terrace at the gîte we were staying at. It has a distinctive apply taste, with even the dry variety tasting quite sweet, and it takes me right back to the summer of 1995, when we spent many long weeks in Brittany. I don’t have Breton cider very often, but it’s really nice as a treat.