These days, living in London just a hop, skip, and a jump from the Channel, I’m milking my family in Normandy for all they’re worth. Just don’t tell them I’m only visiting so I can get my hands on their fantastic cidre buché! It translates to ‘corked cider’ which doesn’t really do much to describe it. Imagine the Champagne of ciders. Apples instead of grapes, but just as dry and elegant and bubbly. Stunning. Local. Pressed from all the orchards that fly by the car windows as you drive along. If Champagne is a beautiful blonde, then cidre buché is a stunning redhead: more elusive, but also more characterful. Worth looking for. And you can find it. Continue reading
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