In this cider pub there is the smell of a dozen ciders
slumbering in their boxes, a sweaty, vinegary, sour, wine-like, pungent,
otherworldly, half-pleasing, half-repulsive aroma, cheese-like, Parmesan
perhaps, the relic of decay in the air allied to the dereliction of daytime
duty that drinking cider in this ambience of insolence implies. I order a beer.