Sundowner (Cripps Red) Review

"Pink Lady's Ugly Brother"

67
Mediocre
Cripps Red Apple

The ugly brother of the Pink Lady, the Sundowner apple also known as Cripps Red, lacks the panache of its more popular sister but works with what its got to carve out an amicable reputation when not lost in the shadow of its superior sibling. Tart off the tree and sweeter as time goes on, the Sundowner fecklessly swats at a relevance it will never obtain as it attempts to discern an identity apart from “Pink Lady’s brother”. Alas, the writing is on the wall for this genetic lottery loser as it will never overcome its less-than-stellar appearance and upsettingly stupid name to be seen for the complex array of untapped potential it wishes it was.

Taste
Crispness
Skin
Flesh
Juiciness
Density
Beauty
Branding / Consistency
Cost / Availability

- FLAVOR PROFILE -

SWEETNESS

2/5

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2/5

TARTNESS

3/5

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3/5

INTENSITY

3.5/5

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3.5/5
SUNDOWNER BIO

PARENTAGE

Golden Delicious x Lady Williams

ORIGIN

Western Australia

YEAR

1973

AVAILABILITY

Fall – Early Spring

BEST USES

Munching

OTHER NAMES

Cripps Red, Cripps II, Joya

6 thoughts on “Sundowner (Cripps Red) Apple Review”

  1. Sundowning refers to people suffering from Alzheimer’s who decline mentally late in the day, so it does seem like a very poor choice for a name.

    1. A “Sundowner” could also refer to a bunch of suits on a Friday night drinking session (especially common in the finance industry).

    1. Red sun
      Red sun over paradise
      Red sun
      Red sun over paradise

      Golden rays of the glorious sunshine

      Setting down, such a blood-red light
      Now the animals slowly retreat
      To the shadows – out of sight

      Arid winds blow across the mountains
      Giving flight to the birds of prey
      In the distance machines come
      To transform Eden – day by day

      Only love is with us now
      Something warm and pure
      Find the peace within ourselves
      No need for a cure

      When the wind is slow
      And the fire’s hot
      The vulture waits to see what rots

      Oh how pretty
      All the scenery

      This is nature’s sacrifice

      When the air blows through
      With a brisk attack
      The reptile tail rips from its back

      When the sun sets
      We will not forget the
      Red sun over paradise

      Red sun

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