A slightly sweet, slightly sour scent of apples lingers in the squares of Oviedo in northern Spain. Inside the sidrerias, it doesn’t so much linger as call up every one of its friends and invite them to a party. Sticky cider on the floor, scented cider in wooden barrels and cider, stunt cider, falling from tipped green bottles to fall straight into an outstretched glass.
Or at least, that’s what’s supposed to happen. Asturian cider needs aeration and locals have found that the best, and the most fun way to do that is to pour it from a great height. They’ve also discovered that it’s even more fun to watch hapless foreigners have a go.
No wonder there’s sticky cider on the floor…
Disclosure: I’m currently travelling through Asturias as a guest of Asturias.es