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And the alcohol for tonight is....?

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Primarily a Friday and Saturday night thread for people to discuss their favourite tipples. Their latest Gin or Whisky collection or maybe the local ale.
 
As I have no work tomorrow we decided on a BBQ accompanied by some Thatchers Gold that Mrs F bought home. Not the greatest cider I have tasted but definitely drinkable (y)

I have a bottle of Malbec ready and waiting :)
 

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As I have no work tomorrow we decided on a BBQ accompanied by some Thatchers Gold that Mrs F bought home. Not the greatest cider I have tasted but definitely drinkable (y)

I have a bottle of Malbec ready and waiting :)
What was lacking in the Thatchers Gold, Ray? I'm not a big cider drinker but on warm evenings if we go out for a meal I sometimes have a glass of Thatchers Gold if it's available and it usually is because it's a local cider to my part of the world.

Thatchers is a big cider maker in North Somerset with its base in the village of Sandford about halfway between Bristol Airport and Weston-super-Mare.
 
What was lacking in the Thatchers Gold, Ray? I'm not a big cider drinker but on warm evenings if we go out for a meal I sometimes have a glass of Thatchers Gold if it's available and it usually is because it's a local cider to my part of the world.
Not a massive cider drinker myself either but every now and then, when the mood takes me, I do enjoy it.

I wouldn't say anything was lacking as such as I definitely enjoyed it but my cider of choice is Cornish Rattler, which is on another level to any other that I have tasted.

Of course it could be that drinking a pint of freshly poured ice cold Rattler on a warm summers day whilst sat in a beer garden with views over Tolcarne Beach cannot possibly compare to something poured out of a can in my back garden in East Birmingham. Maybe if I had a pint of Thatchers Gold in similar circumstances things would be different :)
 
Not a massive cider drinker myself either but every now and then, when the mood takes me, I do enjoy it.

I wouldn't say anything was lacking as such as I definitely enjoyed it but my cider of choice is Cornish Rattler, which is on another level to any other that I have tasted.

Of course it could be that drinking a pint of freshly poured ice cold Rattler on a warm summers day whilst sat in a beer garden with views over Tolcarne Beach cannot possibly compare to something poured out of a can in my back garden in East Birmingham. Maybe if I had a pint of Thatchers Gold in similar circumstances things would be different :)
When I was growing up in rural Somerset some of the farmers still produced their own scrumpy. I was never a big drinker in my teens and didn't take to alcohol until getting on towards the 20 mark as we used to say. I do remember that on one occasion I somewhat unwisely gave in to one of my mates whose father was a farmer and tasted what I was told was home-made scrumpy cider at the farm. I can't really remember what it tasted like now, except that I have an abiding memory that it was dreadful. I don't think I took more than one mouthful.

It was probably an acquired taste because when I first tasted whisky I didn't like it one bit but over the years that opinion has completely turned around and, whilst certainly not an old soak, I can certainly appreciate a good whisky nowadays.
 
When I was growing up in rural Somerset some of the farmers still produced their own scrumpy. I was never a big drinker in my teens and didn't take to alcohol until getting on towards the 20 mark as we used to say. I do remember that on one occasion I somewhat unwisely gave in to one of my mates whose father was a farmer and tasted what I was told was home-made scrumpy cider at the farm. I can't really remember what it tasted like now, except that I have an abiding memory that it was dreadful. I don't think I took more than one mouthful.
My first taste of alcohol was being 'called for' by friends of ours who had pinched eight cans of Kestrel Lager from the local off licence. We went to the abandoned garages a few streets away, lit up a ciggie and took our first sip. All I can remember is it being one of the most disgusting things that I had ever had the misfortune to taste.

It was probably an acquired taste because when I first tasted whisky I didn't like it one bit but over the years that opinion has completely turned around and, whilst certainly not an old soak, I can certainly appreciate a good whisky nowadays.
Nothing like a decent single malt, something that I would have turned my nose up at 25 odd years ago.
 

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