
The screen bloomed with pins. There was 'The Apple Core,' a boutique bottle shop downtown known for importing dry Spanish sidra and heavy-hitting French varieties. Then there was 'Oak & Vine,' the big-box retailer three towns over that definitely had the commercial six-packs of Angry Orchard or Woodchuck if he wanted to play it safe.
The liquid was pale gold and sparked against the glass. Elias took a sip. It was crisp, slightly effervescent, and carried a faint whisper of vanilla from the wood. It was exactly what his afternoon required. hard cider where to buy
Elias tossed his work gloves into the truck bed. Twenty minutes later, he was pulling down a gravel driveway lined with heavy-limbed trees. The air here smelled like bruised fruit and damp earth. Inside the tasting room, a woman in a flannel shirt stood behind a copper-topped bar. The screen bloomed with pins
But a new pin caught his eye: 'Black Creek Cidery.' It was a small tasting room attached to an orchard just ten miles north. The liquid was pale gold and sparked against the glass