It was all very exciting; crushing blackberries gently in warm water, adding yeast and sugar and whatnot. The resultant mush fermented for a while in a big bucket and then got poured into an air locked demijohn.
And now, this very day, I finally got around to sticking it into bottles.
This involved sucking on a siphon and trying to get the flowing liquid into the neck of each bottle without pouring too much of it all over the floor.
It tastes (from the minuscule snifter I got through operating the siphon) as rough as a badger's arse at the moment, but give it a few months to mellow in the bottle and I have high hopes of it being perfectly palatable. Possibly even quite pleasant.
This isn't a request for a thousand empties to be dumped on the doorstep of Millbrooker Towers; we only need a dozen or so, thank you in the cheap seats.
Chin chin.
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