Since our grapes are white, nothing turns red in the vineyard. So, the ‘red season’ happened at home: My dry-run for taming grape juice and yeast in autumn was an attempt to make a small amount of stawberry wine. The pretty slices of strawberries soon turned into a pink stew. One evening I returned home to what looked like pink toothpaste splatters on the wall around the glass ballon: It has suddenly gotten warm, prompting the strawberry stew to escape through the airlock.
Eventually, when I separated the pulp into solids and wine, all that was left from the 3 kg of strawberries was a smiley face.
Go back to the intro, “A Year in Colours”, here.