Some backstory: I turned 18 when the cider boom was reaching its peak. Strongbow was kind of (but not reliably) available on tap, but more likely than not, you had to suck it up and pay for a bottle. Buying a bottle of Rekorderlig was basically equivalent to buying a bottle of Moët. It had more street cred than a vodka and raspberry but tasted just as sickeningly sweet, so you could pretend you were so above all those girls who spent their weekends at Bar Century and never quite making it to Scary Canary (I was sometimes one of those girls).
I mean, when you had a bottle of Strawberry and Lime in your hand, you may as well have been sitting in some underground, unmarked bar in Paris – that’s how revered it was amongst us. At upwards of $9 a bottle, that kind of sensation was necessary for it to be worth it (it definitely wasn’t).
Needless to say, being 18 and unemployed, Strongbow tended to be my cider of choice. It didn’t have as many magical powers as I once thought Rekorderlig had, but it still has a very special place in my heart.
Strongbow is a great cider to cut your teeth on. It's not the cheapest, but it's reasonable which means you can test out every variety (Original! Dry! Sweet! Flavours!) to work out which you like best!
It’s not super sweet, and you can down a few without feeling like your teeth are about to fall out. A slightly fizzy mouth feel that doesn’t coat your throat and induce immediate burping makes it ideal when you’re trying to trick that special someone into thinking you’re graceful and cultured. I’m not sure how else to describe it. It looks like, smells like, and tastes like… cider.
Your regular, everyday, cider. And that’s what it’s a perfect drink for: regular, everyday occasions.