There is no way to describe the feeling when a 5-gallon carboy ruptures and 50% of your blood, sweat and tears of an entire vintage cascades across your wine cellar floor. Mine was a Cab, which took hours to clean up. The worst part....the faint scarlet stains as a permanent reminder of your blunder. ☹️
There is no way to describe the feeling when a 5-gallon carboy ruptures and 50% of your blood, sweat and tears of an entire vintage cascades across your wine cellar floor. Mine was a Cab, which took hours to clean up. The worst part....the faint scarlet stains as a permanent reminder of your blunder. ☹️