Saturday morning the must was at 80 degrees with only 1 brix remaining. Time to press!
You all know the drill.. Scoop off the cap (or raft) of skins into the press, pump the free run into the tank using a cylindrical colander (while the free run is trickling out of the press), then (when the free run is down to a trickle) close up the press and give her a squeeze. (hmmm I think that will be my new signature)
Here are some pics of the free run coming out of the press.
In this one you can see how I am also pumping out the free run juice....
After applying some pressure (10 bars), and the flow of wine is down to just a trickle, it is time to fork it (open up the press and stir the skins with a large two pronged fork). I did this 2 times.
A moment about my dad. He worked very hard for his money and, coming from a European farming family, always tried to get the absolute most out of things. I have a picture of him pressing some grapes several years ago. Back then, all we had was a 5 gallon ratchet press, and he had slipped 6 foot pipe over the crank to get enough leverage to squeeze every last drop he could. When he was done, the hard pack in the press was more dust than skins. We used to joke that you could simply blow on the skins and they would fly away like a dandelion. Dear old Dad!
IMHO, when you get down to that much pressure the resulting wine is WAY too tannic to drink. I always made sure that the "Dad squeezings" was kept separate from the free run/light pressings. I also made sure that Dad got to take the hard squeezings wine home.
Now my older brother tends to be impatient when it comes to pressing. I keep reminding him of what grandpa always used to say... "Pressure and time is how you make diamonds". I found that I could stall him in breaking down the press, but in the end we would always break down the press while the skins are still rather damp. Stalling my brother has been an ongoing joke for years.
Being alone to press (everybody had plans) I had all the time in the world and no older brother. So at the tail end I gradually upped the pressure. I finally stopped at 300 bars and kept it there for a good hour. I ended up filling a carboy and 2 half gallon jugs with the hard pressings.
While waiting, I though of dad and how he must be laughing his butt off up in heaven. I miss him so much!
This was when my Niece and her husband showed up. They had a lot of plans for the day, but drove the 45 minutes to see if I needed any help. I love these two! Since I was down to simply waiting on the press they could only kept me company (and do a little sampling of the GOOD STUFF).
Here are the after pictures. Keep in mind that this is what remained of 972 pounds of grapes....
Better pic (while I was breaking down the hard pack). This is what I call a DRY hard pack! This is what I call Sahara dry!
From here the skins go on the compost pile for next year's garden..
Finally, it was time for the hardest task. It was time to get everything washed, and put away.
Once done, I finally sat down and went to work on a bottle of my 2015 reserve. YUMMY!
All in all, it was a fun spring crush. Now to enjoy my summer before worrying about the fall crush!