We cracked it open this afternoon, with every intent of pouring it down the sink. It opened with a reassuring fizz after a couple of days in the fridge. It was a rich lemon gold colour and the bubbles kept coming.
It smelled of yeast. All sorts of yeast. Think hot buttered toast with Marmite and crumbled biscuits on top. The bubbles kept going in the mouth, with a reasonable amount of acid and little sugar. The yeastiness continued, without a hint of fruit. The toast was burned, the marmite was thick, and oddly, a hint of peanut butter entered the equation.
This was odd. It was clearly too old, but if we’d caught it a year ago, it may have been far too good for the c £5 it cost. Maybe if we had stored it somewhere more sensible than a filing cabinet it may have done better, but it certainly hadn’t been disturbed and maybe filing cabinets do help to maintain a steady temperature.
I still don’t know what I did with that file, but now I don’t really care.