Our idea of cider
What is cider? Is it a place? A time? A thought? The fermented must of one - or rather an uncountable number of - apples. In the barren zone 5, in the villages around Hjulsjö in Bergslagen, we pick the diversity of trees planted by previous, now departed, generations. The people have moved away but the trees remain. Seedlings, tiny apples, large heart-shaped astracans, shifting in colour, freckled in the sun. We pick apples from trees so old that no one remembers when they first started growing, hollow and impressive. Well pruned in the garden, growing wild at the edge of the ditch. We spontaneously ferment cider from the fading fruit of late summer, bottle it in winter, disgorge it the following autumn, make it all by hand and call it Naturcider.

Our names
'There is a whisper lurking among the trees', 'Astrakhan from the old tree, big as an oak', 'I know of nothing but sun'. Our various bottlings are named after poems by poets who inspire us, such as Edith Södergran, and capture a feeling, carry a thought and create the basis for a conversation over the table where the cider is opened and shared. For us, cider is more than just a drink; it is an art form, at the crossroads between poetry and agriculture, between nature and craft. It's not a product we recreate year after year, but the result of the many different stages that take place from flowering to harvesting, from pressing to bottling, and so on to you. Some pieces are taken from Märta's book.