In the quiet of January one of the loudest English traditions is celebrated at Rose Hill Farm. The Wassail forces the community out of hibernation and onto the apple orchard, chanting, yelling, and singing to encourage the land to shake off the frost and have a prosperous following year. As the sun sets, attendees can flock to the taproom to make crowns out of foraged materials. Cider sommelier Dan Pucci sabers a bottle of cider and anoints the trees and says the name of the 50 fruit varieties while the wassailers make noise.
