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Christmas Party

12 Dec
2010

Christmas party so far…great to see a bright ’92 Hill of Grace in the glass.

Balnaves the Tally 2007, Bandol 2008, Hill of Grace 1992, Pizzini Nebbiolo 2003

This was subsequently followed by more delicious offerings (although nothing will beat the highlight of the 1992 Henschke HOG):

2004 Peter Lehmann Stonewell Shiraz

1988 Henschke Hill of Grace (still OK, delicious, but not as good as the 1992. Stiff competition!)

2004 Grant Burge Shadrach Cabernet Sauvignon which was a real surprise for me and fricken unbelievable. Super dark intense fruit, focused drive and persistence, no rough use of oak. Sublime.

2008 Curly Flat Chardonnay, perfectly Macedon, reminds me of the Shadowfax version.

A Greenock Creek Seven Acres Shiraz that was faulty and had to be poured down the gurgler.

2003 Arras Grand Vintage Sparkling. Creamy, biscuity and delightful to start the evening with.

Welcome to Henschke Park, Sam Neill!

27 May
2010
WARNING! Please refrain from touching the wild animals in the cellar on your journey through Henschke Park. We hold no responsibility should you be sprayed with wine, trip over a hose, hear loud noises known as Triple J, or mistake a female animal for a male.
Jack with Sam & Gazza

That’s right Ladies & Gentlemen, today we had an honourable guest arrive at the winery. He has his own winery in NZ called Two Paddocks, and is these days more famously known for his red meat endorsements rather than latest acting accolades. Mind you, he will always hold a special place in my heart for his courageous battles against the animal kingdom in Jurassic Park! I am talking about none other than Sam Neill!

I’ll admit, he looked like an old man coming out of a camping trip…and he is an old man at that, but he was pretty lovely. So lovely in fact that he was nice enough to have a snapshot taken with us goofbags (from left: Gazza, Cynthia (cellar door), Sammy boy, Susannah (PR & Marketing) and Elaine (cellar door). I suppose I shouldn’t pick on his attire considering my own manly threads (shakes head).

Vintage 2010 Staff Awards

6 May
2010

CREATED BY KRYSTINA MENEGAZZO (TWEEDLEDEE) + KYLIE HENDERSON (TWEEDLEDUM)

For his continued presence, early starts and committed work ethic during the arduous hours of vintage

THE MOST COMMITTED WORKER AWARD
ANDREAS HENSCHKE
TRACK: “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” –
The Offspring

For his totally distinguishable murmurings and particular sayings throughout vintage

THE ELOCUTIONIST AWARD
PETER GRAETZ
TRACK: “Working Class Man” – Jimmy Barnes

For caring for all living and injured creatures and her abiding attention to the vines

A DEGREE IN VETERINARY SCIENCE AND THE DR DOLITTLE AWARD
PRUE HENSCHKE
TRACK: “I Love My Dog” – Cat Stevens

For her gracefulness in the laboratory and ensuring the glassware inventory was replenished sooner than later

THE LADY WITH THE MOST DELICATE TOUCH AWARD
KYLIE HENDERSON
TRACK: “Every Little Thing She Does Is  Magic” – The Police

For setting a chic and high standard in the fashion stakes for the other cellar hands to follow

THE SEXIEST LEGS/HOT PANTS AWARD
HARRY
TRACK: “Hero” – Enrique Inglesias

For providing the ladies at C A Henschke & Co with ample ogling opportunities, we thank you

THE GASSIEST EMPLOYEE BUT WITH THE MOST  FIRM/TIGHT/PEACHY/PINCH-ABLE/HOT ARSE AWARD
JACK WEEDON
TRACK: “I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt”

For his in-your-face humour, quick remarks and routine comedy act with Fella in the lab

THE BEST COMEDY ACT AT THE FRINGE FESTIVAL AWARD
JOSHUA PFEIFFER
TRACK: “Life In The Fast Lane” – The Eagles

For his philandering ways with an ample collection of women that kept him otherwise occupied outside of vintage hours

THE CASANOVA AWARD
STUART DUDINE
TRACK: “Just a Gigolo” + “Stayin’ Alive” –   The Bee Gees

For her abandonment of care to the wind and her elegant, some might say, superior driving skills on the road and forklift

THE KAMIKAZE AWARD
KRYSTINA MENEGAZZO
TRACK: “Most People I Know Think That I’m  Crazy” – The Atzecs

For his perpetual attempts to talk in a French or Italian accent and his ventures into ethnic cuisine with canned ‘rich tomato’ spaghetti

THE WANNABE WOG AWARD
PAUL HAMPTON
TRACK: “The Zorba Dance” – LCD

For his daily comedic routine with too many puns to remember, such as Neville’s ‘road-tested’ or ‘rocky road’ Grenache

THE BEST DAD JOKES AWARD
STEPHEN HENSCHKE
TRACK: “Praise You” – Fatboy Slim

 

Last night…I popped my Grange cherry!

5 May
2010

We did it inconspicuously at the restaurant called 1918 during the end-of-vintage dinner being celebrated for Henschke Winery where I’ve been working the last few months. If I had to describe the experience with him for the first time, I would say he was amazing. Did I mention that I had him alongside the 2005 Henschke Hill of Grace to compare for good measure? Both left a lasting impression and were of a very high standard, although if truth be told, upon tasting them blind, I commented that the Henschke Hill of Grace was doing more wondrous things to my mouth than the Penfolds Grange at this stage. So there you have it.

Schnitty night

15 Apr
2010

The last schnitty nite (schnitzels) was held at the Eden Valley Pub. This time we went closer to home and went to my ‘local’ pub Angus Park in Nuriootpa. We were a large group of 14 arriving all together and having a drink at the bar before sitting down for a relaxed work dinner, generously covered by Henschke Winery.

Schnitties were nice all around, I had mine with a Diane sauce on Fella’s recommendation seeing as normally I like mine just plain with perhaps a slice of lemon. It only gave them more reason to call me a Mexican because I was not in the habit of putting some bizarre topping like ‘prawns and bernaise’ or ‘Hawaiian’ mix on top of the meat!
Wines were a real treat and I have listed below the highlights for your viewing pleasure:
2008 Shadowfax Chardonnay East Gippsland
2008 RK Chardonnay Beechworth (Giaconda’s)
2002 Cullen’s Chardonnay Margaret River
2005 Fossati Dolcetto d’Alba DOC by Brezza Giacomo e Figli, Barolo
2005 Domaine Brusset Gigondas AOC Les Hauts De Montmirail
2002 Rosemount Estate Shiraz/Cabernet Sauvignon Mountain Estate
2005 Rockford’s Basket Press Shiraz
1986 Cape Mentelle Cabernet Sauvignon
1975 Wolf Blass Shiraz + 25% Cabernet Sauvignon
2008 Shadowfax Fortified Shiraz (vintage port aka ‘Farnacles’)
Yummmmmmmo

Ola’ it’s Gazza bucketing out Spa 13 – Tempranillo!

14 Apr
2010

Easter Sunday with the Henschke’s

4 Apr
2010

I was meant to have the morning free mind you, but since I had accepted Stephen’s invitation to dine at his home for lunch earlier, the winemakers asked if I would mind coming in the morning to help them out with the work that needs to be done. No worries said Gazza.

I had spent the night prior preparing my Italian biscotti, or as Fella kept referring to them as petit fours, even though I constantly reminded him that I was only preparing three variations of sweet nibbles. They ranged from praline, mamma’s buoni ma brutti biscotti, to nonna’s butter biscuits. I’ll admit, I was rapped with myself for how mum’s biscotti and the praline came out, but nonna’s were a little crumbly and did not look one iota like the ones she makes. I suppose you’d call them ‘rustic’ if we were trying to be coy about it.

I used my three antique plates I found and purchased a month ago at the Angaston Abbey to arrange my biscotti on and brought them over Sunday morning to the Henschke residence. We worked all morning but it wasn’t really work, I mean, we were having fun at the same time, and it is always more relaxed on the weekends.

Lunchtime rolled around and we got changed out of our manly and smelly work-gear to head over to Prue & Stephen’s house. It’s an old stone cottage with a magnificent garden, which Prue gave me a tour of later on. We had sparkling to start off with and met Prue’s sister with her research colleagues from London and then we all moved out to the pool area where the table was set up.

Lunch was totally worth the work stint in the morning. We had some fresh prawns to start off with and always a nice bottle of wine on the table. Then for main we had duck, with home grown chat potatoes, with home grown beans and shelled hazelnuts (courtesy of their son Andreas), heavenly cooked mushrooms and a simple green salad.

After playing a few games around the table I got off chatting to their daughter Justine who is also my age. The biscotti came out and I was paranoid they wouldn’t like them, but they all adored the display and after I’d explained each one they all had a story to them which I’m assuming made them more approachable! They loved them! The English people raved about nonna’s ‘rustic’ biscotti, and they all loved the half a kilo of nuts I’d mentioned I used for the buoni ma brutti, and the praline was awesome. It was pretty much all eaten anyway so that was the goal, wasn’t it!

Hot-air ballooning with the Henschke’s over the Eden Valley

3 Apr
2010

About to take off: 7:15am

Dawn breaks in the Eden Valley

The Hill of Grace Vineyard
Captain Andreas (son of Stephen Henschke) touchdowns and we swap crew

Beautiful colours looking up

Stuart and I follow the balloon closely by car as the boys contour fly and skim the valley

The balloon lands roughly and Stuart and I scan the landscape in search of the boys in some paddock

 

Packing the balloon up in an old lady’s cow paddock
THE END…great day

You’d be crazy to work over Easter, wouldn’t you?!

1 Apr
2010

While most people would dread the thought of working over the Easter long-weekend, I have two reason why it is not bothering me:

1) Saturday morning: Stephen Henschke and his son Andreas are taking me up in their hot air balloon! Andreas is getting his licence so he will be the pilot
2) Sunday, Stephen has invited me over to his place with the winemakers and his family for Easter which I have graciously accepted. I spoke to his wife Prue and am planning on making some delectable Italian goodies for coffees afterwards!
Let the good times roll!

The Temp Goddess

31 Mar
2010

That is me I am referring to: The Almighty Temp Goddess

Tis my new name amongst the winemaking crew!
Why?
Because Fella & Josh, the two winemakers, could not be bothered looking after the batches of Tempranillo (Spanish grape varietal) we have in the cellar, and Jack is too busy with all the Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon to watch, so they have asked me to be the Temp Goddess and watch over these grapes during their important fermentation life cycle.
I saw right through their laziness and when they questioned me I said, “Is this just because you two are too lazy to do it? ….silence…I was right.
I don’t mind it though, it gives me a purpose first thing in the mornings when I arrive, to go off and check all the batches. There are two lots in Chep blue bins which have fermented right through already (because the Saturday when only the winemakers were in they neglected them and didn’t monitor their progress…not my fault), so it’s just cap-management on those. And then I have two 200L mini-rotofermenters, one which has whole-berries, the other with crushed berries. There are two milkvats, one with 10-15% Shiraz whole-bunch grapes in there, a Spa (open-fermenter), and finally, one undergoing carbonic maceration, or maceration carbonique as the French would say! It is where we have put whole bunches into a vessel and have it filled with CO2 (carbon dioxide) gas. We will crush the berries eventually once a spritzy taste is present in the grapes. Yummy stuff!
Eventually when the Nebbiolo comes in (a grape variety famous in the Piemonte region of Italy where I worked two years ago), I am hoping I will be in charge of that too. I’ve already proposed to them we work a trial at least with two small batches doing on in the old-style way, and one in the modern way, which I’m glad to say has been received positively!
Temp Goddess…so what’s next…The Nebb Guardian….?

Skidmarks…

26 Mar
2010

Not the ones in your undies…ewwwww

The one’s on the roads I mean.
Today was a bad day for the roads. This morning on the way to work there were three of us one car in front of the other on our way towards Keyneton when right in the middle of the bitumen sat (yes sat) a sheep. Swerrrrrve! Kamikaze sheep at 6:50am is a little scary!
Then on the way home from work I was heading around a wide bend when my car started veering onto the dirt and as I turned to adjust myself my car swung to the side, turned 180 degrees, chewed up a massive cloud of dirt and left me facing the other way on the opposite side of the road. I wasn’t shaken up, and luckily there was no on-coming traffic, just Stuart from work behind me who pulled over and made sure I was ok, wiping a generous licking of dust off the side of my car. From the burn marks my tyres left it doesn’t look like I turned 180 degrees somehow. But it was all slow motion and I just tried to control my car so I wasn’t hit the barbed wire fences and just keep skidding along the road. It was the right thing to do, and I’m OK. First little incident for my little car. At least no damage was done to it or myself.
On a much brighter note, at work today the boys asked me if I would like to be the Temp Goddess…the Temp Goddess? I hear you say. We had Tempranillo grapes come in yesterday and we’ve sectioned them off to be fermented and made in several ways so since Jack is busy with the other reds, it is going to be my duty to make these my babies and care for them. Will keep you updated on how I fare!
Over and out! Buon weekend

Gazza’s boots are full of wine :-(

22 Mar
2010

Whoooaaa OK so I just finished work at 8:15pm. It didn’t seem like it would become such a long day, yet it did. Things just happen like that.

Alas, today the Gazza Gone Wild in the Muscat Undie Parade is no more. I arrived in the morning to see the lid on top of the fruit bin about three inches up on top of the rising grapes. So I had to use a bucket and put half the bin into another, meaning I can now get in there without having to take my shorts off. We were all a little disappointed by that news. It was good fun while it lasted though!
This evening we crushed some Mount Edelstone fruit that came in and I was helping Jacky boy outside then decided I would put the heading-down boards on top of the grapes, seeing as I’d done it before one time with winemaker Fella. It seemed like it would be no problem. Stephen Henschke saw me and decided to give me a hand, even though I told him he shouldn’t because he was wearing a nice blue shirt and pants.
As I traversed over the sides of the fermenter there was one next to me, Fermenter 5, still bubbling away with Cabernet from Blenky. The boards I’d laid out on the side were waxed and had a little water on them meaning when I stepped on them (when I should have stepped over them), I slipped, and right in front of Stephen, I fell onto the boards and into the wine of Fermenter 5. Lucky for the boards otherwise there could have been more damage. I didn’t hurt myself, I assured Stephen, but my shorts have one purple leg, and my boots and socks were drenched in Cabernet ferment. Put simply, I smell like wine….a lot!
The boys had a good laugh, I think I am the first person to officially ‘fall in’ this vintage. I knew it would be me. I blame it on the fact I wasn’t wearing my glasses at the time. Whoops. The second fermenter I boarded up after that went fine, no dramas, and I had put my glasses on for that, so for now I am sticking to that theory….and not clumsiness!

Photo update and tales

21 Mar
2010

Ooo if you look carefully I was trying to capture the Disney on Ice-style magic of the floor with the smoke wafting over. It’s actually just me at the dry ice machine and I thought it looked cool
The winemakers had pressed off a whole bunch of Frontignac grapes and were going to dump everything else even though the grapes were still reasonably juicy (because you start getting more phenolics which you don’t want in the juice). Harry saw what they were doing and suggested we make for ourselves (not for sale) a bin of Frontignac white port. This is the bin the next day. The grapes went through a chiller so they were about 7C at this stage and my legs were freezing!

I asked Harry if we should plunge it down, but considering this bin is full of grape skins and not juice, it would be like trying to plunge concrete. He suggested the best thing would be to get in there…something I was all for and so offered my legs each morning over the weekend to plunge in the acid and yeast I’d inoculated it with. Don’t be grossed out, you won’t be drinking it, and it needs this contact to make sure I’m getting the yeast through everything before it really starts fermenting and then we need to fortify it with spirit!
The Eden Valley at dawn

Gazza smashes F7!

15 Mar
2010

You’d think the guys have never seen a chick in the cellar before!

This morning Stephen Henschke told the press guy Pete that it was my turn to do a fermenter and they’d set aside a ‘small’ 4.5 tonne red fermenter for me to shovel out of the rectangular concrete vats. They’re about as tall as I am, and you have to dig around yourself and shovel skins high above your head into a pump. FRICKEN HARD WORK!
I got in there in my jeans, gumboots and singlet and all of a sudden ALL THE GUYS come up the stairs and climb up to the red fermenters or stand by the side and yell at me, ‘GO GAZZA!’, and Stephen Henschke’s there with his digital camera snapping a gazillion shots away, then five minutes later returns with a photo he’s printed off and sticks it on the front of the press with the words, “GAZZA SMASHES F7” (fermenter no. 7). Boys!
Gazza smashing Fermenter 7…notice the red hands
I suppose I did ‘smash’ into it well after the first 10 minutes of dodgy shovelling. Then Pete gave me a 5-minute breather while I rested my wrist, then I hopped back in and finished it all off. What an effort! It added 4 points to my Gazza tally on the board. I’m behind the boys, but what can you do?
Some of the office ladies saw me and yelled, “GO GIRL!” as they passed which was motivating. Towards the end you’re in the swing of things and you can see that the end is nigh…and your arms are bulging with pain but you’ve JUST GOTTA KEEP GOING! Show the men you’re man enough! haha.
My boots got grape skins in them from the start so for the rest of the day I had one purple painted jean leg and then people patting me on the back as I passed afterwards. What a bloody workout!

Widow Beater and Monkey Men

14 Mar
2010
This weekend we worked all of it, Saturday and Sunday, such is vintage hours.
This morning I helped out Jacky boy by plunging the Pinot Noir open fermenter tanks. I had to put my plank of wood across it, climb up with my plunging tool and start pushing down the hardish cap of skins. Obviously it’s hot work so I took my long-sleeved top off and had my black Bonds singlet top underneath.
Just so happens that as I start getting into it, Fella and Josh come up to the red cellar, see me atop the tank and start hooting comments, “Muscles from Brussels!’, ‘Look at them guns!’, ‘She’s got the widow beater on!‘ (instead of wife beater, it’s widow beater because it’s black). They left me alone after 3 minutes then once I thought I had peace to myself, they’d sent Stephen Henschke up to check out the scene that they relayed as ‘Gazza’s up plunging in the widow beater go check out her guns!’ All in good fun. Bloody men.
The Monkey Men business related to another story. We have forklifts that are capable of taking 3 tonnes worth of stuff around. Sometimes though we’re bordering on the forklift’s capacity when they need to move the open fermenters full of grapes from one area to another. The fact that the landscape at Henschke is up and down and hills everywhere provides for a dangerous terrain. In other words, you need to really think about which direction you’re going and with what load and how it’s going to impact on if the forklift is going to tip one way or the other. A lot of the time there are scrapings across the road now because if you lift the open fermenters more than a few centimetres, the load is so heavy that it lifts the back tyres of the forklift right off the ground! To combat this what do we do? We monkey it!
The story goes like this. I was in the cellar minding my own business when Fella comes running in, ‘Gazza, come on, we need another one!’ That’s all the information I get before he bolts out of the side door. I hurry after him and see two boys, Disco Stu and Jacky, already sitting atop the back of the forklift hanging off the top railings like monkeys. I arrive and Fella and I hop on the limited space left and the four of us act to create a more balanced load in the back against the large load of grapes in the front. Hey it works! Totally dodgy in an OH&S way but Stephen had a good laugh when he saw all four of us squatting and hanging off the back of the forklift making monkey sounds 😛

Just call me GAZZAAAAAA!

13 Mar
2010
No don’t, seriously.
I have been boganised here at Henschke and they have nicknamed me Gazza. Short for Gazzo. They could say my last name correctly too with the Italian accent and everything. Then one day, Fella (my winemaker boss Paul) swung his rolling chair out of the upstairs office, poking his head out onto the catwalk and down to the wine cellar where I was somewhere working and yelled in an ocker voice, ‘OI GAZZA!’ to which I responded from somewhere, ‘WHHHAAAAATTT!?’
Since then, everybody, even the big boss Stephen, refers to me as Gazza. They also love to not only say it, but say it in the ockerest accent they can adopt. It makes me feel like this dude:
He looks more like a Gazza than I do!

Interesting ‘actions’ in the winery

10 Mar
2010

My oh my what a day! It was definitely not as busy as usual which was a nice break from the craziness of it all but there was fun to be had in the winery today!

OK so I didn’t start off the day amazingly well. Harry cracked it at me because I put a 1500L tank accidentally on top of a hose…hence we had a very squashed wine hose. Five hours later Harry got around to heating the hose up and stretching it back out again. But he wasn’t initially very proud of me…a bit of swearing got thrown around, but that’s Harry.
In the afternoon after redeeming myself by completing most of my work I went on the white ferment Baume round with assistant winemaker Josh. We had a good look at everything, having a whiff of the ferments, tasting them, recording the temperature’s and sugar levels, then noticed the Pinot Gris tank 54’s level was really high. We knew it was probably filled too much in the first place (thanks Stuart), but were hoping it wouldn’t crack along too quickly for it to overflow. The temperature was getting in the 19C area so we decided to ‘ultracool’ the ferment.
Anyway, I’m waffling. I want to get to my interesting ‘actions’ story! Yes, I know all your dirty minds want to hear it too!
So I’d finished up my area and was going to go up to the lab and see if the winemakers had anything going on for me. Paul my boss was up there and didn’t but we had a good chat working things out about how the reds are all going to fit in when they’re coming in, then he asked me to hang around while they crush this last Shiraz fruit that just arrived and I can see how they set up the open fermenters.
Basically, the main area of the Henschke red fermentation lot is made up of 10 rectangular concrete waxed pits that hold about 4.5 t of fruit each. They use wooden boards over the top short way, then two longer boards the length way then little wooden blockers to keep the skins submerged under the liquid. They call them ‘heading-down boards’. I told Paul I was a heading-down board putterinerer virgin as I’d never worked in a winery where they were used before. Him and I climbed up to the fermenters and precariously made our way around the edge of the pits and began slotting the boards in. At one stage while I was grabbing boards off the guys below I had my belly resting on the concrete edge with my legs dangling over one bubbling pit of shiraz wine and the other body resting over the shiraz juice where I was trying to place the boards. Fun fun fun!
Anyway, we got one lot in then had to squash the lot down to fit in the wooden blocks which keep the whole thing down and are under a lot of pressure. The best way to do it is to get the weight of people behind you and sort of jump up and down (without really jumping) to wiggling the block in. I don’t know if I’m writing this well to create a picture in your head but I will hopefully get a picture in here one day.
So I was on one side, and Stuart climbed up and was in the corner with his back facing Paul who was behind him. They sort of had their arms in front of them and were moving up and down forward and back at the same time trying to work up enough of a see-saw movement to squash the load down with their weight. It would have been more helpful if I was over there putting my weight on it too but at the time all I could do was crack up laughing because of the angle I was at meant that the two boys looked like they were going at it Mardi Gras-style on top of a bunch of grapes. Paul got wind of what it must look like and before we knew it him and I were both keeling over laughing, wishing we had a camera to YouTube Henschke to fame…in a totally unorthodox way!

Too busy to type, so here’s photos

7 Mar
2010

Glenelg Beach

The barrel hall (aka Air Force One) where I spent my first week climbing these racks and filling them up again. In the far corner is all the Hill of Grace barrels



Adelaide city graffiti


Relaxed Sunday breakfast at the Company Kitchen


My machine in a time-warp…or just on the main street of Tanunda



Doing a ripper white juice racking off the solids on some Riesling


Sunset on the way to Greenock pub…warning to self not to drive and take photos at the same time in the future

Fringe Festival ‘Zeitgeist’ show: Naked woman surrounded by naked bodies


The drive from work


The drive to work

Sunrise near Air Force One


The trees in Coultard Reserve Park


Sunset in the park



Me shifting barrels on the forklift


Young Jack (aka Slick Slackety) measuring the red ferments

Cellar Update

28 Feb
2010

Work has been dandy the last week. I am finally out of the barrel hall where I spent a week sulphuring then topping all the wine. It was a long process not facilitated by the fact I had to wait occasionally for the laboratory to keep up with my red wine samples. Nevertheless, it was all done to a T in the end and I am sure the winemakers are pretty happy with my efforts as it’s usually ‘one of those jobs’ and I did it with a big smile on my face and a radio blaring Adelaide FM’s hits whilst down there on my own.

Since I haven’t been in the barrel room anymore I have instead been in the cellar where the rest of the gang are and where the action is really happening. I was a little rusty I will admit on my first full day in the cellar. I work with young Jacky boy and the poor guy has to put up with some of my blonde comments to which he just shakes his head to. He thinks I am funny though…possibly in a sad way, but we get a long well and he is pretty easy going to we’re making for a good team so far. Stuart from uni has been up in the top cellar processing the fruit that comes in. I do not have to deal with the crusher or presses as they have two people assigned to that job. Though the other day I came up there to check out the Riesling fruit and Stuart let me dump the rest of the bins in the big hopper so that was fun.
In the cellar my work days usually involve lots of different tasks, from racking white juices of Riesling, Semillon, Gewurtztraminer or Chardonnay from one tank to another to get the clear juice, then heating them up with another pump, then inoculating them…or ‘knocking them up’ as we say. Normally it is the responsibility of the assistant winemaker Josh to do all the yeasting but I had a chat with him and let him know I feel comfortable doing it and know what I’m doing so he has handed over all the yeasty beasty duties to me which leaves him free to go to the vineyards with head winemaker Paul to sample fruit. It’s more important for him to see that side of things knowing that I’ve got control on my side here, and I like smelling like a bakery so we both win 🙂
We don’t stop for much of a lunch usually. I will grab my food and munch on the go or grab a tea and leave it in the cellar to go cold when I forget about it. You want to get the job done so no fluffing around. In the afternoon is usually when the fruit that they have pressed is ready to be taken ‘off the floor’ (out of the old waxed underground tanks where they’ve gotten a volume) to the stainless steel tanks in the white cellar. Things are starting to get a little sticky, especially in my area and with all the work I’m doing with juice…so I’m hoping not to adopt the nickname ‘sticky fingers’ or something. They’ve already labelled Stuart ‘Frosty’ because he is a bit of an aficionado with the use of dry ice.
This week coming we start getting some red grapes in so that will start making life busier for the boys up top, but it’s welcome as that will give me more peace down below.

Gazza’s MuscRat fortified

23 Feb
2010

That’s right, I said MustRat! It’s our kid name for the Muscat that today was to be fortified.

This morning I got into the skins with my feet again, discerned the detectable rise in heat, grabbed a sample and rushed back up to the lab to check the sugar level (Baume) and alcohol already produced on it. We don’t want it to drop too far, around about a 2% v/v alcohol drop would be perfect. The reading on the machine said that around 1.8 % v/v alcohol was present, which was a good thing, because it meant that Harry and I had to shift our arses into gear, get this thing cooled and pressed off then fortify it up!
But fortify it with what? SVR 96% v/v spirit of course!
Fortunately for us, the TARAC distillery is only 20 minutes away so we were able to receive some by 14:30 today. In the meantime, I got the mini-press out and loaded it up by bucketing in the two bins worth of Muscat fermenting skins and juice in, getting that going, then ending up with 250L more of juice than what we had originally anticipated! Awesome! More to go around!
The two winemakers and Stephen came around while I was working and Harry quizzed him about Gazza’s Undie Parade over the weekend to which Stephen commented that his glasses had fogged up upon entering the shed the first time, but gave me kudo’s for my spunky legs. Haha! Thanks!
Once that was ready it was a matter of waiting for the spirit to arrive then Harry and I added some sulfur, then dumped in like 80L of almost pure ethanol whilst mixing the tank.
That should kill those yeasties (shakes fist in the air)!
Stephen came and found me an hour later, telling me he’d gone to taste it. I was worried it might taste like jet fuel because it takes a while before the spirit and juice will be integrated, but he was impressed and said it is looking good. At least we didn’t overshoot how much we added. We considered a safety factor of around 10% because well, you can always add more, but once it’s in you can’t go back! So tomorrow we shall have a look and work out how far off we were then go from there. It tastes a little like fortified apricot marmalade at the moment! How about spreading that on your toast! What a shame…you can’t 😦