Monday, 26 October 2009

Racking the fine lees and how regional politics interferes with my wine

Yesterday, two days too late for my liking, I racked the fine lees. Using my trusty tube, gravity and my 250l tub, i siphoned off the wine until I got to the lees. Tipping the dribbling, ochre-coloured slop (and five oak chips) at the bottom of my tank into the drain, the tank was hosed out and the tartrate crystals scrubbed of the sides before the wine was bucketed back in with a few grams of potassium metabisulphate. I now have clear juice and I'm ready to fine it with the aid of some bentonite given me by a friend in Rueda.

The reason I had to postpone the racking is thus: Two days ago, our little village received a visit from the regional health and safety inspector.

Now, the village sits on an aquifer, which provides untreated, beautiful, clean, soft water from the ground. No one has died from it and we all have wonderfully soft hair. But in order to ensure that the village passed the health and safety tests, the water would have to have chlorine in it. So the villagers put chlorine in it.

My little winery uses this water and, as any winemaker will know, even a tiny amount of chlorine in contact with wine opens the door to TCA (cork taint). Great.

So I had to wait two days for the chlorine to pass out of the water system before I could use the water to wash out my tank. Local government, eh...

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