There’s actually been a cider part three, four, five, and more since the last instalment. I’m still not having much luck. My early dreams of becoming a cider connoiseur have been truly dashed. There’s no way around it, I just don’t know how to break it to you, but: cider is nasty.
Take that same drink which leaves me in despair and warm it up with spices, sugar, and rum (or sloe gin) and serve it up hot at my local pub and I’m a happy woman, to the very last drop. Finally. Hot mulled cider, people. Try some today.