Clear as a bell, gloriously effervescent, crisp and delicious.
A couple of hours later I suffered a thunderous (albeit thankfully short-lived) bout of gastric unpleasantness.
I do not know if these two events are related.
Everything was thoroughly sterilised and the cider itself gave off no hint of ming, I can assure you. You would have drunk it very happily. Besides, fermentation kills most things that can damage one.
No. The cause of my discomfort remains a mystery. I don't think it can have been my cider.
This would be an excellent plan, but these were the last of that particular batch. It was quite, quite foul when I first drank it about three months ago. Yesterday it was like nectar. This is what's so frustrating: but for the slightly unfortunate digestive episode, I would happily conclude that I have cracked the secret of making good sparkling cider.
I think consumers are going to consider that as rather more than just a side effect.
I was presented with 7% lager on Saturday in the pub and told that, due to its incredible strength, one was only allowed to order in two-third of a pint.
Well I will NOT be told what size drink I can and cannot have. I had a Guinness instead. **** them.