The 2014 harvest and the 2014 harvest-party season are well and truly over. And last night I celebrated harvest's end with my co-workers at TWWIAGE. I work with some great people and it's always nice to spend quality party-time with them. For many of the production staff it was the first Saturday that they hadn't had to work since mid-September, so they really let their hair down. And I mean they really let their hair down: the theme of the party was Woodstock so lots of bad, long, shaggy wigs abounded.
Today, Vinomaker and I pressed off three different batches of Cabernet sauvignon. It was a rather painless process this year, but still by the end of the day I was coloured purple from head to toe. Quite psychedelic.
Seeing all the skins reminds me that Vinomaker's friend, Sky King, usually pesters us to make a grappa from the pomace. Too much trouble I say and it couldn't really be legally called grappa if produced in the USA. What would I call it? No matter, it's not going to happen. Besides, I'm not a grappa drinker anyway. The only grappa that I have ever thought half decent was one I purchased in a small caffé in Rome, just over the Ponte Sant'Angelo, which was made from Pinot Nero. I digress. Harvest is done.
