REVIEW: Perry's Barn Owl Cider

May 18, 2019

REVIEW: Perry's Barn Owl Cider

Perrys barn owl. 500ml bottle

6.5%. 

Label is a drawing with a barn owl nicely pencil line drawn and made to look like a huge old stamp. 

Hazy straw colour just like a Somerset farmhouse cider should be. 

A light sparkle from the bottle.  Head dies instantly - perfect!

Not getting much on the nose except a hint of the farmyard. And the smell you get when you sniff an apple in the supermarket.  Subtle. 

A nice zing on the tip of the tongue, a tongue covering dryness from the tannins. Only a little bitterness, quite crisp. A hit of apple up the nose and at the back of the mouth. 

The dryness, acid and sweetness play in the mouth to make you salivate (bet you are salivating now), which then dissipates quickly ready for the next slurp. 

Basically like munching down on a russet without the fury skin. 

A medium cider that is easily drinkable. 

If you’re not from somerset you might think this is dry.





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