In the seventies I remember being fascinated by the small bubble in the figure of eight thingummy on the top of my father's demijohn. Boots winekits were all the rage and the product was consumed quickly in our house. I upset the bucket of home brewed lager once and the house stank of yeast for the rest of our time there. Oh well...
I spent much time during that decade and the early eighties consuming industrial quantities of Carlsberg Special Snakebite or Pernod and blackcurrant, mostly in a shed on the seaside promenade. It was on a school exchange visit to France that drinking took on a new complexion. Wine with food that tasted sublime - yes please! And I have never looked back...
I don't profess to be expert, but I know what I like and that I will gladly share.
So let's get on with it guys. Start naming names.
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ah, my formative years with wine and beer kits was borne from student days on limited budgets. We would store them in old 2 liter containers, under the fairly accurate assumption that this would be the minimum consumption quantity no matter the contents.
The other more memorable quality was the desire to drink it not when it was 'ready', but when it was likely to have a minimum acceptable level of alcohol. This was not a high target. It did provide us with the term 'penalty drink'.
And then, later, our red wine we tended to call sangria.
Now, after all these years, the term penalty drink pops up only when getting some egregious brew in a pub. We start blogs about wines where talk about vintages tops a review of alcohol by volume.
So why is it so difficult to part with my carboy?
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