Mar 29, 2006
Quiet time
We have picked our last grape for the year.
We have pressed our last husks.
Everything visibly solid has been discarded in our quest for the finest liquid.
There are a few slowly fermenting musts, still with small fractions of sugar, burping away, but the winery is mostly silent.
Blood red and creamy white new wines are resting in barrels awaiting the violence of malolactic fermentation.
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Ray Booysen
Beautiful imagery. Dammit I miss South Africa
Mar 29th, 2006