Reading your review made me remember that I spent many hours as a child of summer barefoot up in the crab apples trees in my yard where it was cool and shady. My brothers and I would pick the ripened fruit for my mother from the top of the trees so as not to be stung from a wasp who had taken residence to feast on the spoiled fruits that had fallen. There was applesauce and crab apple jelly not to mention spicy applesauce cakes .

Who knew of fruit delights alcoholic?! Surely grand reward for urbanites sitting in cozy splendor at a rooftop bar overlooking the city, far from the innocence of childhood.