DPCellars
A Donkey makes my wine
My desire to make try making wine can be traced to a single day in 2018 when I went to a "wine camp" put on by Riaza Winery in Lodi. A month later, I had a small tub of free grapes and the determination of trash panda trying steal a twinky from the campsite table.
In 2018, I managed to produce a whopping 26 bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon. It turned out pretty well for a first time.
In 2019, I produced Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir, Cab/Pinot (50/50) blend. I picked the Cab a bit too early, so it is too acidic for my liking. The blend and the Pinot however, were amazing. Combined bottle count 96.
This year, I picked about 300-400 pounds each of Pinot and Cab. Today, I pressed the Pinot and wow! The yield compared to last year is huge. I pulled 33 gallons with minimal pressing. Man, I need to get more carboys or weird conical things so I can hold my Cab when I press on Sunday. I am not certain how much I will get from the Cab. It seems to not have nearly as much juice. That, and I will not have access to a press on Sunday, so it will be done with my less-than-efficient homemade bucket press. My wife is totally going to kill me. Just hope she buries me with my wine.
The fat cat on the right is Sadie. She is mean, so I am okay with her taking up the sentry position and protecting my wine.
In 2018, I managed to produce a whopping 26 bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon. It turned out pretty well for a first time.
In 2019, I produced Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir, Cab/Pinot (50/50) blend. I picked the Cab a bit too early, so it is too acidic for my liking. The blend and the Pinot however, were amazing. Combined bottle count 96.
This year, I picked about 300-400 pounds each of Pinot and Cab. Today, I pressed the Pinot and wow! The yield compared to last year is huge. I pulled 33 gallons with minimal pressing. Man, I need to get more carboys or weird conical things so I can hold my Cab when I press on Sunday. I am not certain how much I will get from the Cab. It seems to not have nearly as much juice. That, and I will not have access to a press on Sunday, so it will be done with my less-than-efficient homemade bucket press. My wife is totally going to kill me. Just hope she buries me with my wine.
The fat cat on the right is Sadie. She is mean, so I am okay with her taking up the sentry position and protecting my wine.