" Scrumpy,” said Beverley. “What’s the difference?” Beverley thought about it for a moment or two. “It’s not made in a factory,” she said. “So, no quality control then?” “Are you going to talk about it or drink it?” I took a swig—it was tart, alcoholic and tasted of apples. About what I look for in a cider, really. "

― Ben Aaronovitch , Foxglove Summer (Rivers of London, #5)