Please give your customers a chance to taste Maeloc's cider unadorned by other fruit. Underneath the cloying, medicinal simulacra of bad berry flavor, I can get a hint of the crisp, sweet-tart Spanish apples that are probably so good on their own. This is too much of a tease. You and the Maeloc people, you need to leave the fruits alone!
Still recovering from the trauma of no longer getting loyalty member gift certificates on my birthday.
So I got brave and cracked open the blackberry Maeloc. You know how Lewis Black once described Nyquil's flavors as being "red and green?" This cider is definitely brown flavored. The first thing that hits your nose on opening the bottle is something akin to rotten blackberries. It might be bearable if it wasn't so, so, so sweet. After a couple of exploratory sips, I swished around a third swallow and waited for the pleasant note of apple and citrus that was present in the strawberry version. Nope. Just more rotten blackberries.
The sad part about all of this is I love blackberries and I'm a sucker for a good cider. I was hoping to be typing happy words about my delighted taste buds right now. But no. I'm looking for something to cleanse my palate of the gritty result of a hellish marriage between a dish of MeeMaw's Thanksgiving cobbler that has been allowed to sit in the back of the fridge until the day after Greek Orthodox Christmas and perfectly decent apples that have done nothing to deserve this.
Shame on y'all.