Wednesday 10 December 2014

In this cider pub

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.

3 comments:

  1. This reminds me of a micropub in Margate me and the lads visited this summer. A wall of warm, sweaty cider

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  2. The best of it has that wonderful organic character which is far more like home vegetable gardening than even home brewing.

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  3. then there’s the smell of the dressing room after football…

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