This little nugget from Denmark is my other ‘distraction’ from the NEW! sign at the liquor store. Again, BC Liquor Store, you suck for not having much selection. I’ll support the little guy down the street.
It comes in a 6 pack of cans. This was intriguing to me because 6 cans usually mean regular size cans, not ginormous cans like Sir Perry & Strongbow. Don’t get me wrong. I love Strongbow. But that comes in bottles and I loooooooove bottles. Unfortunately, the 6er was wrapped in some impenetrable plastic and I almost broke a nail trying to get a can out. And the can feels weird. Its a matte finish so it doesn’t feel nice in your hand.
At first look, the can looks like it belongs in the “i don’t know what to get you for your birthday so I will get you bath soaps” collection from the 1990s. Its floral and pink and all together weird. It’s even got this weird thing on the can that goes around the label. Luckily, I chose to read it *before* I opened the can or else I would have had cider all over my lap and carpet. And by carpet, I mean floor, you #pervert.
“Secrets. Everybody has them. Some are as pure as the driven snow. And some are not. And by the way, cans can have secrets too.” Ok this is getting weirder.
My online research (which was very brief by the way, because this company doesn’t appear to have a website. The URL leads to a removed facebook site, and the twitter feed hasn’t been used for over 2 years. Bad sign? Probably… but I digress….) shows that No. 9 is only 1 variety (or ‘flavour’ if you will) of cider that this company makes. This particular one is “Strawberry and Lime Taste.” Taste? Really? The word “Flavour” indicates artificial. Taste describes… something worse.
Ok. So the can looks terrible. The website is out of order. The fun little description on the can is not so fun. How bad can this be?
After a hard day of painting (it was like, 40 degrees in that little room and I had to keep the door closed to reduce the amount of cat hair that would get stuck in the paint), I was really looking forward to cracking open this cider. I crack it open. PHHHSSSSTTTT. Nice. I take a sip…
WHAT THE HELL. Really? This takes me back to the ‘what can you buy me at the liquor store that isn’t too gross but I can’t be picky because I’m not 19 so just get me something fruity and cheap please’ days. That can’t be. I take another sip, and I start thinking about high school and eyeball alley and Mr. Dupperon and boys we used to have crushes on and Woodward’s Pit and that weird party at Mark’s house and a bunch of other things about high school I don’t want to remember or write about…
This is either something that you would first start drinking at the age of 16 (or however old young people start drinking at now. 12?) and choke down because its going to get you drunk, or something a really old person with no tastebuds would like.
Strawberries with a hint of floral, and just enough *ick* so you know that there’s booze it in. So sweet that you might actually get a cavity. If you don’t get a cavity, its a wicked aftertaste. Â Coming in at 4.5%, its not worth it to me.
Fizziness: 5/5. Its actually not too fizzy… which is good for me.
Can Design: 0/5. If it didn’t say “NEW!” at the liquor store, I wouldn’t have given it a second look
Cost: 0/5. I wouldn’t pay money for it again
Coolness: -15/0. And that’s not some hipster reference to it being so cool its below zero. It literally is the most uncool thing I’ve ever had.
So there you have it. This cider sucks. I’m throwing the rest of it down the sink. I’d rather have a root canal than finish it (** I’m born/raised P-dot and its a cardinal sin to throw out booze). I hope Trav can choke down the other 5 cans, because I don’t even think a homeless guy would take it. I’m going out to get a 6er of Strongbow.
** There was one cool thing about this cider… There is a little blurb on the side of the can… you need a magnifying glass to read it, but it says:
“Alcohol reduces driving ability. Don’t drink and Drive”. A+ in my books.