“Keepe cleane your vessels, and the places wheras your fruite doth lye” are wise words to make cyder by in any century.
This 17th century snippet seems to be a method for making Brimstone-flavoured cider, unless I’ve read it wrong..?
Sowing apple pips to grow wilding trees? “Facile,” says Mr Evelyn. “Hold my cider”, says Mr Brennan.