This year, too, I'm back. Gothic cider in the impressive caserío de lagares Igartubeiti de Ezdox-Itsaso (Gipuzkoa). Baroque cider in the colossal lagar of the Gamiozar de Arizkun (Navarra). Genzano del Lazio Italiano and paleogen Casaprotan. And along the way, through the barrel of apples, we hold our hands to the apples of friends and acquaintances, but we don't fill the barrels and the barrels of the house. Thanks to the fans for afternoon cider.

I think the work of tomorrow's cider has the only advantage of spending a little bit before satisfying the thirst for sweet must and new cider. This same autumn, as in the past, there will be old salty sardines or chestnuts to accompany dry people; at least for the whole year there will be mediocre cider. The cider made with afternoon apples organizes a party of beautiful side in the sky of the mouth! And many times, the second year and better.

The bottling will then, and then later, be timely. Now the cider is in the packaging, making the first fermentation. In this first case, apple sugar will become alcohol. This fermentation is aerobic, it needs air, better said, it needs air oxygen. The hole is kept open over the vessel to expel the carbon dioxide contained in it and generate oxygen. A signal that the light on is coming out CO2 while it is placed and turned off at the height of the hole. When it is not turned off, the vessel can be closed so that the remaining fermentations that do not need oxygen can fly the cider.

While the container is open, a lot of insects come in. The most common are two types of visitors. On the one hand, bees and wasps, which are fond of sugar. And on the other hand, vinagreta (Drosophila melanogaster). The word drosophila means dizzying, and maybe some of those genres are like that, but whoever moves in our wineries likes carbon dioxide in particular. Any fruit, when ripened and rotting, makes the path of azuco-alcohol-vinegar, continuously releasing CO2. Vinegar fly is also known as fruit fly.

In Casapoda his friend Sidrero Alex was amazed at the amount of vinegar flies that were picked up, first on the apples attacked and then on the hole that was over the barrel. Tens of thousands, more and more. They smelled the CO2 away and came very fast!

Alex has to sleep next to the barrel. Flies don't care, they care about the barrel. They've become neighbors. They say they create elegant music. Cider is perhaps the oldest musical instrument in the Basque Country. Even more than the txalaparta...