Well, Dr. Russ Kane, of Texas wine blogging fame, has shamed me into continuing the saga of our first all-Texas vintage. Thanks, Russ
To pick up where I left off (last year!), when we got our two 5-gallon buckets back to the house we were faced with the prospect of getting fermentation going. Fortunately, my friendly wine hobbyist store, Fine Vine Wines (alias The Winemakers Toy Store) in Carrollton sells a variety of yeasts. I picked one for red wines and headed back to the house.
Since then, I attended the Viticulture 1 course at Grayson College in Denison and picked up a lot more knowledge about yeast and fermentation. I can highly recommend Scott Labs, and especially their downloadable Fermentation Handbook, a combination catalog and miniature wine-making guide.
Anyway, I picked a generic Montrachet yeast for the shiraz-sangiovese blend. I added the yeast directly to the must the day after we brought it home from the vineyard. Nowadays, I would prepare a starter solution rather than add the yeast directly to ensure a strong fermentation, but, hey, live and learn.
In any case, fermentation started up pretty quickly. The CO2 very quickly floated the cap and started pushing it up toward the top of each bucket. What was most surprising was how thick the cap was and how strong the upward pressure it exerted. I knew that I would need to “punch” the cap down during fermentation, but it was surprising how quickly it floated again after punching down. I used a clean spatula to do the punching down, once in the morning before work and once in the evening. In hindsight, twice a day turned out to be a little too infrequent.
I continued the daily punchdown routine for a week, checking the balling (sugar content) periodically using my hydrometer and wine thief. About midway through the week, I (re)discovered one of the banes of commercial winemaking: fruit flies. Wow, those guys multiply fast; faster than my wife could yell at me to get the fruit flies out of the house. If you ever have an infestation of fruit flies, here’s the only method we found that worked well:
We put a little sherry into an open top wine bottle with one drop of dish soap. The flies find the sweet smell of sherry irresistible and the soap breaks the surface tension of the sherry causing the flies to slide right under when they land to drink. After a day, the bottle had a collection of some hundred fruit flys swirling around the bottom, and I was out of the dog house.
The wine finished out alcohol fermentation in 7 days, just in time to press. By the end of the week, the cap was not longer rising after punchdown and a bit of rosy colored wine was showing above the skins. The color had been bothering me all week. I really wanted a dark red color, but the wine was clearly more of a rose color. I hoped that pressing would change the outlook.
Once again, our friend George Cornelius at the Wimemakers Toy Store had offered the use of his press at the store. So, we schlepped our two buckets of fermented must to Carrolton on a Saturday morning and got in line with a number of the folks that we had met the week before at the vineyard. Everyone’s result looked about the same: rose colored, so I felt a little less bad about my fermentation technique.
Pressing turned out to be interesting for everyone, including George’s folks. None of us had ever pressed any wine, so the basket press was a bit of a challenge. Our batches were really too small for the 35-gal press, so most of the pressing was what people call “free-run”. In other words, we loaded the wine, skins, and seeds into the basket and collected the wine that ran free. That was fine with me as I wanted to avoid the more stringent taste associated with pressed skins.
I ended up with a full 6-gallon carboy plus most of a 1.5 liter bottle from my batch. I was glad for the extra bit to use to top up the carboy as I pulled wine for testing during the aging process.
At this point, I probably should have started malo-lactic fermentation, but hey, I was a neophyte, so it just didn’t occur to me what that might good for. I wish I had done MLF, because the result later on was much more acidic than it should have been and would have been with MLF.
To bring Part 2 to close, I ended up aging the wine in the carbot for about 5 months, bottling it over the Christmas holidays when my nephews and their enophile dad were in town.