So I just broke open my last bottle of mead. For the last two years Ive been living in tiny apartments that havent had a good place to brew/age. This is a 4 year old bottle of my last batch of black raspberry mead using all local ingredients. Local honey from a vegetable farm here in upstate NY, and black raspberries picked from the back yard of my grandparents house, from when I was living with them and helping take care of them and the house/yard in their last few years. This was a bottle that I tossed in the basement of my last apartment and pretty much forgot about. I didnt filter it or rack it properly. The water in the airlock dried up, so it could have turned to vinegar if I hadnt caught it in time. It is wonderful. Never underestimate the power of aging. It was good a year after I first bottled it. Its even better now. Im down to about a sixth of the bottle left, and Im surprised that Ive caught all of my typos so far. (granted, I opened this bottle to celebrate finishing my first novel, so Ive spent the last couple of weeks doing enough typing and correction that its bound to come naturally to me even when a bit tipsy) Heres to our brews, dry and sweet, sacked or aged. Heres to our yeast, be they a numbered Lalvin or a poetic Montrachet. I raise my glass to you, fellow mead brewers. Granted, Im pretty dang tipsy right now, so Im pretty sure Ive reached a certain level of melodrama. But screw it. This is one of our great pleasures in life. The bee and the vine give us great gifts to enjoy our lives. We make the rest. Create. Age. Mellow. Enjoy.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 03:20:00 +0000
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