Saturday, November 30, 2013
If you're an American and you want to make cider, you have two options: buy the juice from an orchard or plant your own. The former has much to recommend it, particularly the part about not waiting a half a decade before your trees have begun to bear. But for the patient, the latter approach offers, aside from long days, more control and a reliable source of fruit. Josh is a quiet, reflective guy who seems to have the temperament to wait. I wondered if there was any connection to being a doctor that made for a good grower and he thought there might be. Other doctors, he noted, make wine. Being a doctor does lend to caring, he noted and then likened his trees to his children. “I worry about them, I think about them all the time, I want to be gentle with them and help them grow up and be successful adults.”
As we talked, wine kept coming up. Josh actually began making wine first, adding cider later--now about twelve years ago--and it seems to remain his main template. He likes the way tannins and acidity blend with apple sweetness--like wine. He likes how cider complements food--like wine (though he ventures "I think it's better than wine"). And he even hopes cider will follow the trajectory of wine, where people went from drinking uninteresting, mass-market stuff to appreciating sophisticated wines with depth and complexity.
Finnegan comes in three types, but they differ only by sweetness. Dry is fermented out to a final gravity just a notch below water (0.999), Semi-Dry to 1.005, and Semi-Sweet to 1.010. “I just made cider that I liked to drink ... cider that has some residual sweetness, good carbonation, and is relatively clear and no artificial carbonation.” That's what you find in a bottle of Finnegan. I love dry ciders, so my fave of the bunch is the Dry, which has a wonderful structure and lots of tannins.
Amazingly, Josh would love to make the cidery (named after his wife, Colleen Finnegan) his full-time job. I was so startled by this fact I asked him what it was about cider that engaged him so much. I'm not sure I ever got a good answer; leaving neurology to pursue cider-making is ... uncommon. But he did tell me a story about one of his first encounters with apples. “It was in California, in this place in the Sierras and they were pressing apples. I remember having this strong sensory experience—just the smell of those apples being pressed, and the fall, and being in the mountains.” When he started making cider again, he kept “coming back to that, the smell and flavor of apples.” Could that be enough? I'll have to ask the next time I visit. After an hour, I had to let him get back to his trees.