For the past few weeks, we’ve developed a Sunday tradition of pumpkin beer imbibed in bed sometime between 10 am and 3 pm. This past Sunday broke our streak, as I couldn’t find any pumpkin beer at the Fairway but was intrigued by “The Saint” by Crispin, a hard apple cider. “Artisanal” and “natural” with Belgian Trappist yeasts (ooooooh) and organic maple syrup (aaahhhh), I was prepared to be impressed.
After his first sip, my boyfriend made a face that let me know I’d be finishing his glass. I swished mine around in my mouth for a few seconds before pinpointing exactly what it reminded me of: watered-down glasses of daycare apple juice, thin and sweet and cloudy yellow. Seeing as I’m still head over heels about everything that reminds me of back-to-school season, this cider was like a comforting reminder that it is October, on an eighty-five degree day in New York when I wished I was wearing wool tights instead of cutoff overalls. Fans of darker ciders with a stronger spice flavor and more carbonation should probably stick to Woodchuck, or whatever you drink, but I had no qualms happily finishing all 22 ounces of this. If only it had been in a juice box with a bendy straw.