Finnriver Cider: Family, Farm and Flavor on the Olympic Peninsula

Posted on: September 5th, 2013 by

Dry Hopped Cider and Dry Roasted PeanutsThis city boy spent the month of January 2012 living and volunteering at Finnriver Farm and Cidery on Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula. So many wonderful memories of my time there, you can catch up on all my adventures during that month in this blog post. (Including a link to my Edible Seattle article recalling my winter tenure.)

[Sidebar: It’s Washington Cider Week from today to September 15th. Yeah, that’s right: 7 days are not enough to contain this week full of super cool events. Go forth and celebrate cider!]

But the most wonderful part is that I still feel like a member of the farm family. It’s a relationship that I treasure, and enjoy being a tireless advocate for this organic family farm. I also happen to love their cider. Which is why I was overjoyed to be hired by Finnriver to add tasting notes on their website for each cider (and fruit wine).

I spent an afternoon at the farm sampling everything they made and putting my (very non-technical) thoughts into words. You can head to Finnriver’s product page, click on anything you wish to learn more about, and scroll to the bottom for my thoughts. I don’t want to give away too much, but let’s talk about the pictured Dry Hopped Cider. While the adults of the Finnriver family enjoy it with popcorn tossed with nutritional yeast, I trumpet pairing the Dry Hopped Cider with dry roasted peanuts from CB’s Nuts in nearby Kingston. (Note: While this cider is kind of like apples meeting an IPA, it doesn’t have any of that hoppy bitterness. More of the floral, herbaceous side of the hop.)

washington cider week

The Dry Hopped Cider hints at the spirit of experimentation at Finnriver. Habenero? Fir tips? Rosehips? Check, check, check. (Though not all in the same cider.) And I’d like to give special mention to the Artisan Sparkling Cider. It’s made using the same method as Champagne and hand-riddled in riddling racks hand-made by Finnriver’s “boat-building neighbor Pete.” (Damn, wish my neighbors were that crafty.) The Artisan Sparkling Cider is extremely elegant, light in alcohol, and perfect for adjusting the mood of any day into one with a significant amount of celebratory charm.

finnriver farm snow

Hat last seen at The Neighbor Lady. If you see anyone in Seattle with a possum fur hat from New Zealand, please show them this blog post and confiscate.

This afternoon at the farm inspired a trip down memory lane. I have a whole set of photos on Flickr documenting my month at Finnriver that you can peruse at your convenience. They’re full of people, chickens, ducks, blueberry bushes, eggs, cats, vegetables, and dogs. Oh, and SNOW! We had quite a bit of a storm (for these parts) that really transformed the farm. And when the sun came out, the contrast between the blue sky and white snow was remarkable. Here are some of my favorite images:

My cabin at dusk:

Cabin at dusk in the snow

In the morning:

My cabin with snow

Blueberry bushes:

Blueberry Bushes, Snow

Sun emerging after the storm:

Snow and Sun

And Clarkie, staying warm inside:

Farm Cat

If you’ve had any of Finnriver’s ciders, share your impressions in the comments. Just don’t wake Clarkie.

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4 Responses

  1. Michaela says:

    Gah! A cider cat! And it’s so awesome that you posted this because I’m hoping to make a day trip out to the farm in the next few weeks or so. I’m in love with their Black Currant cider.

    • Jameson says:


      You’ll have a wonderful visit and I look forward to hearing about it. Say hello for me. And say hi to Clarkie.



  2. Jameson: wow what beautiful pics! What an incredible experience. BTW I envy your palate and am amazed at your ability to communicate tasting notes with such colorful words. A serious talent. BTW so sorry you lost your hat – I lost my cowgirl hat for a few days and was a bit discombobulated. 😉

    • Jameson says:


      Thank you so much for your kind words; I do have a, uh, most unique manner of describing manner of what I taste. Compounding my hat misery is that I also lost my track jacket that was a gift. I’m still not over the lost of either of these possessions….



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