It looks like a tank of gasoline - then again it could be transmission fluid, the colour of a murky red concoction.
It won't make the car run - but it keeps my housemates going into the late hours.
It's Somerset Cider. A draught notable for its sharp flavour and its tingle on the tongue. Jake brought it back from his hometown near Bristol where the best of this intoxicating apple juice is made.
A sample of both the dry and sweet versions left a not-so-bad taste in my mouth. The gasoline jug makes me think you can guzzle it like gasoline - but I was wise enough to sip slowly.
