The harvest wrap-up

Looking back at vintage and fermentation The bins are empty. The hoses are coiled. My boots are finally dry and hands are no longer stained purple. It’s a strange feeling―the stillness that follows harvest. After weeks of early starts, sticky clothes and the steady bubbling of fermenters, the quiet is almost loud. But in that…

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