The Little Things

This is a wine blog, so I'll try not to delve too much into my wacky personal life. That said, I wish I wasn't 21 in many ways, as it seems at least one of my problems would be solved if I were merely born in 1978 instead of 1987. Probably only two people in the world know what the hell that means.

Something that's not a problem right now is my Carmenere's fermentation. It measured in at 0.5 brix this afternoon, and I'm getting ready to measure it again right now. One moment please.

Ok, it just measured at 0 brix. This doesn't mean it's done - it usually goes into the negatives for reasons I don't fully understand, but I believe it has to do with the fact that alcohol is lighter than water. The burping of the airlock has slowed to once every 2 or 3 seconds as opposed to the almost constant burping after I first sealed it up. I'm looking at transferring the juice to the carboy on Wednesday and pressing the skins at the same time as much as I can. I haven't figured out how to do this yet, but it will probably be a lot of work.

Now that my wine is nearing dryness and hopefully starting it's long malolactic fermentation, There is one less thing in life to stress over. Immediately after this post comes my homework, followed by school, still followed by another likely failure success of a night. Perhaps it's a bit early to indulge in this, as it hasn't been solidified, but as of now the plan is me in Cuba in March. Don't tell the government. More on that later, and this confusion will be cleared eventually for those waiting on the edge of your seats.