Cuyler,

I am not familiar with the structure that you relate. I can certainly 
picture it. It reminds me tho of the book, Tess of the Storm Country. 
Have you read it? I heard about this book for decades before I finally 
came across a copy and read it over an Xmas break a few years ago. It is 
not by any means fine literature but it sure does evoke memories of the 
south end of Cayuga Lake.

Cider has a lot to do with the apples. As to technique if it is filtered 
then it loses something of the exotic. Many years ago I participated in 
a bunch of stonemasonry work for a famer up north of Moravia who made 
barrels of hard apple cider. One tall glass of that was worth a six-pack 
of beer... and it went down very very smooth. When we lit the first fire 
in the fireplace the family & friends gathered with us we were all 
passing pitchers. One hell of a party that was.

Home brewed whatever when it is shared is very much like sharing good 
bread. The label on my wine is "Hoboes Last Choice."

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