Oregon has a way of making cider that feels less like a beverage and more like a collective love letter to land, fruit, and stubborn creativity. From Hood River to Bend, Willamette Valley to Portland, every cidermaker in this flight cut their teeth in the same state but plays a different chord — Double Mountain chasing rosé elegance with pink-fleshed apples, Portland Cider racking up medals by turning the spice rack into an incantation, 2 Towns rewriting the berry gospel with marionberries, Bauman’s elevating brunch into liquid peach poetry, and Tumalo catching high-desert light in a farmhouse bottle. The through-line isn’t just geography — it’s excellence: medal-winners, fruit obsessives, and boundary-pushers who’ve made Oregon one of America’s great cider schools. Call it a seminar in fermentation alchemy, five pours at a time, with a syllabus written in apples, stone fruit, spice, and a little audacity.
Peaks & Pints Monday Oregon Cider Flight
Double Mountain Irene Rosé Cider
5.9% ABV | Rosé-Style Cider with Mountain Rose & Pink Pearl Apples | Hood River, OR
Irene is cider dressed like a rosé, all pink-fleshed mystique and orchard glamour. Built from Mountain Rose and Pink Pearl apples, it pours a pale blush that looks like sunrise bottled, then bursts with grapefruit brightness and strawberry perfume. Bone-dry at just 0.3% residual sugar, it’s crisp, lively, and teasingly elegant — like someone slipped a flute of rosé into the orchard and whispered, Behave. Instead, it hums with citrus snap, berry lift, and a finish so clean it feels like it should come with a white linen napkin. Irene is fruit reimagined as finesse: radiant, tart, and just dangerous enough to make Monday blush.
Portland Cider Pumpkin Spice
6.0% ABV | Semi-Dry Spiced Cider | Portland, OR
Portland’s Pumpkin Spice is cider dressed for October in full spice-rack regalia — cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, ginger, and allspice swirling like a bonfire incantation over a base of crisp Northwest apples. There’s no pumpkin here, just the shimmering illusion of it, conjured by spice and apple vitality until the glass smells like a pie cooling in a field kitchen at golden dusk. Semi-dry, copper-bright, and award-stacked, it drinks less like a seasonal gimmick and more like autumn’s truest voice — balanced, glowing with warmth, and ready to banish every syrupy latte from your memory.
2 Towns Ciderhouse Made Marion
6.0% ABV | Blackberry Cider with Northwest Apples | Corvallis, OR
Made Marion is berry hedonism gone electric — Northwest apples laying down a crisp, clean stage while Oregon marionberries rush in, all jammy purple thunder and tart seduction. It pours the color of midnight velvet, smelling like stolen spoonfuls from a blackberry pie still too hot to touch. Semi-sweet yet sharp-edged, it balances lush fruit against a sly astringent bite, finishing in a way that dares you not to keep sipping. It’s cider masquerading as a berry love song, equal parts apple hymn and bramble bruise, and proof that marionberries weren’t born just for pies — they were born for pints.
Bauman’s Cider Peach Bellini
6.5% ABV | Fruited Cider with Peaches | Willamette Valley, OR
Bauman’s Peach Bellini is the orchard’s brunch fantasy bottled — a fizzy daydream where Willamette Valley apples tango with farm-ripe peaches until the whole thing glows like a summer sunrise. It’s light and effervescent, sweet without being cloying, more picnic champagne than pie, with juicy stone fruit notes slipping across the tongue like silk. One sip and you’re halfway to a garden party in Tuscany, or at least an Oregon hillside masquerading as one. Bauman’s keeps it radiant, buoyant, and dangerously drinkable — the kind of cider that whispers “just one more” until the bottle’s mysteriously gone.
Tumalo Cider Farmhouse Peach
6.5% ABV | Dry Peach Cider | Bend, OR
Tumalo’s Farmhouse Peach is high-desert sunlight bottled, orchard and stone fruit colliding in a dry, elegant embrace. It opens with a heady wave of ripe peach aroma, the kind that smells like you bit into summer itself, juice running down your wrist. On the tongue, the apples keep everything taut and crisp, while peach brings a tart, fleshy radiance that lingers just long enough to feel indecent. It’s farmhouse rustic yet polished, simple yet sly — the cider equivalent of a bare-shouldered waltz through August fields, reminding you that peaches weren’t meant to be subtle.
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