"The common man marvels at uncommon things; the wise man marvels at the commonplace." -Confucious
Yesterday, we visited the ranch for the yearly crush. Grapes we had previously picked went into our crank press - the juice went into fermentation vats for the long sleep of becoming wine.
Smells like raisins and fresh fruit in the air.
Warm in the sun, cool in the shade - unwinding muscles while we wind the press.
Mad grapes at The Pick today in Napa.
A year's worth of pruning, training, and nourishing the vines has paid off!
We picked enough grapes in the vineyard for 88 gallons of must (pulp and grapes separated from stem) and created another 3200+ gallons from grapes picked elsewhere.
This is my second full season of winemaking, under the tutelage of my now-father-in-law and the Lady Mer.
The juice from these grapes will be sampled about two years from now. So far, so good!
