Today I splash-racked the six gallons of persimmon wine into a five gallon carboy–there was a hint of hydrogen sulfide in it since I’d left it so long on the lees–and topped it off with about a pint of distilled water (there was a little more than a gallon of lees).
It tastes pretty acidic, [...]
Introit
The nation which indulges toward another an habitual hatred or an habitual fondness is in some degree a slave. It is a slave to its animosity or to its affection, either of which is sufficient to lead it astray from its duty and its interest.-
