our story

When I moved to Aberdeen several years ago our garden had seven humble apple trees that had been abandoned. I ordered some books from the library, cleaned the ancient trees of moss and started pruning. The next year I was rewarded with an enormous yield of amazing Scottish apples.

For a while our neighbours thought we had opened an apple shop.

Some of the apples were small but delicious. The family stayed huddled next to the fire and watched through the window while I harvested some of the apples. I was wearing my dry suit as the rain, with snow mixed in, was falling horizontally. I learned that Scottish apples do not have an easy life all-year round. The French say: the grape has to suffer. The result is an apple with an intense flavour full of depth and juiciness.

We built a press and the rest is our story (his story).

My cider partner planted an orchard, and a few years later we are proud to present seidear, a wonderful drink, sourced from apples grown in Scottish walled gardens.