On the crisp Friday I visited Josh Johnson's orchard in Sherwood, I didn't realize it was his day off. Finnegan is a cider currently made from apples from the Skurdahl orchard just down the road, but in a glade protected by deer fencing, Johnson has planted 2,000 of his own trees. On the other four days of the week, he holds down his day job as a neurologist. He has Fridays off (sort of--during my visit he was still taking calls), and those are his orcharding days. As we talked cider, he was freeing his wee saplings from graft tape. One tree at a time, down a long row. I scanned orchard-to-be: lots and lots of rows. I expect he returns home tired each night.
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.