There is a local business in Oxford, run by a retired railway engineer and countertenor, called Tiddly Pommes. They (well, he) produces hyper-local apple juice,

There is a local business in Oxford, run by a retired railway engineer and countertenor, called Tiddly Pommes. They (well, he) produces hyper-local apple juice, often from a single tree or small collection of trees in someone's garden, harvested by hand, pressed, and pasteurised. It's amazingly, amazingly delicious. I really didn't expect it to be quite as delicious as it is; all store bought juice is somehow forever disappointing in comparison. He runs grading systems and seeks out more obscure varieties from old Victorian trees, many of which might be sourer but somehow crisp and refreshingly delicious juiced.