Therein lies a story my mate in the village who builds shepherd huts has an apple press so we made cider,wine and a sort of freeze concentrate alcohol that was deceptively evil.The taste was pleasing and moreish but unfortunatly it had an amnesiac affect that came on suddenly you also lost control of you limbs.We made a batch for the wine walk that we have in the village to raise money for local causes .So much chaos ,so many angry wives ,so many embarrassing stories and so many sore heads.that was 3 years ago we’re thinking we might try another batch this year .time clouds the memories