Apples Ain’t Apples

On a recent food and wine trip, with my husband, to the Southern Highlands* for a few days I had the good fortune to visit a very special apple orchard – actually a farm consisting of three separate apple orchards: the oldest of these dating back to the late 1800s – that today produces a truly yummy, vintage, organic, sparkling cider. It’s called Pomologist Cider.  The current owners purchased the property, not far from Robertson, almost 20 years ago and after a subsequent trip to England, where they sampled some locally made, organic ciders, returned home and set about creating their own Southern Highlands’ version. With heritage, apple trees sourced from a living heritage museum located in Tasmania they began their cider project. The new trees thrived, which prompted more plantings and infused with their passion the venture grew to what it is today: the boutique producer of a delicious and unique organic sparkling cider.

Unfortunately for us at this time of the year the trees are netted – and it was also raining; apparently that happens a lot in Robertson. So I apologise if the images aren’t quite up to scratch, but with their kind permission we may get an opportunity for another visit after the nets have been removed.  

After sloshing around among the apple trees we were lucky enough to be invited into their cosy farmhouse to sample a bottle of their handmade cider with a still-hot-from-the-oven quince cake (the quinces also home grown), and meet their two dogs. Sitting their looking out over one of the orchards as the mist began to clear was a real treat. The Pomologist cider is at once creamy and very dry, and full of delicious apple flavours, as you would expect, that deliver a pleasingly long finish. This is a delightfully morish drink that’s hard to put down and invites you back to have another glass.  

Unfortunately the farm's not open to the public, but don’t let that stop you, you can find it by the glass or bottle just up the road in the next town at the Burrawang pub. And believe me even without the cider this pub is worth a weekend visit. So why not enjoy both. The other way you can get your hands on some, like so many things these days, is online; so I’m including a link:

It is however a rare beast, available in limited production, with only so many bottles being produced each vintage. So don’t be surprised, depending on when you try and buy, if it’s no longer available. Oh well there’s always next year.

* For my overseas visitors the Southern Highlands are situated about 90 mins drive southwest of Sydney: and a very lovely part of the world it is too.

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