I can't say Waggledance without trying to emulate it [the waggle dance]. This makes for uncomfortable situations at the bar.
Also, the Jazz & Beer festival has made me discover this
. It is simply wonderful, and a shared experience by all, no matter what your tolerance for alcohol is.
The very first sip sets your saliva glands to maximum overdrive, making you reel back and go 'fsssst!' as when sucking on a particularly strong lemon. Covered in bees.
Then everything mellows out. As your taste buds adjust to the acidic quality, it has a well-rounded taste--slightly furry--that leaves you wanting more and more. It gives the sensation of intense refreshment and rehydration, yet once swallowed, your mouth feels dry and acrid, making you take another sip. It's a brilliant ploy.
We all drank at a similar speed, and between ten of us, all with wildly different tolerances, the first pint was enough to ensure what is commonly known as 'merriment'. Everybody suddenly became very happy, laughy, mirthful and jolly. Even the miserable bastard among us cracked a smile. We attributed this entirely to the cider, because a recurring phrase was 'oh, this cider's gone straight to my head' once about half a pint had been consumed.
Running at 7.4% (however there were 2 barrels at 8.1% and 7.2% respectively) it's not the strongest cider in the world, but it turns the world a warmer shade of happy, and for that, I both commend and recommend it.
Edit: I don't think the link does it justice. It seems far too pale in that bottle. The stuff we had was deep and rich, like cloudy apple juice, and it makes you fall over.