French cider
becoming reborn.

Once a sparkling tradition,
In farmhouses across the north,
Left to rot on life support,
In pancake houses,
Served in little mugs.

But the old orchards weren't forgotten.
And like birds that leave and come back in spring,
A rebirth is happening.

A new wave of producers,
With the wine-maker's eye,

Making space at the table,
Around oysters and cheese,
To pop open the cork of possibilities,
And pour into glasses.

Vintaged cuvées,
Minimal intervention,
Naturally occurring yeast,
Pure juice,
Sulphite free.
And a pét-nat sparkle to cherish.