For many years K made his own wine with 'mousto' (grape juice) from our famous (in Greece) wine growing district of Nemea. We travelled through this area, much of it high in the hills, last spring for a quick visit to the mountain village of Lower Trikala. There were endless rows of grape vines from sea level to way up in the moutains, and other very small plots planted in amongst the forest and scrub. I was amazed at the grapes that were grown there on every hillside, in every valley, some obvioulsy well cared for, nice neat lines, others planted wherever there was space, probably a small family parcel.
Some of the juice from these grapes is made into wine by smaller growers but a lot of it is sent to the big wine makers in the area. We tried years ago to have a wine tasting at some of these big wineries. Back then they had no idea what we wanted and wouldn't even sell us a bottle of wine. Nowadays wine tourism is big business but it's still not open house. You have to book with a group well in advance.
We had a family grower and wine maker we always brought our juice from, carrying it home in big barrels in the boot of the car.
Here is K with 2 of the grandchildren cleaning out his plastic barrels in 2008, ready for the new wine. This is the year we moved up to our new house in the hills where we had more room for his hobbies. Before this he had a 300 litre wooden barrel in his sister's basement. Wooden barrels are hard to keep clean so he changed to plastic and had 2 barrels, one for white and one for red.
And this is the last of that red. A bottle which has been sitting at the back of the bookcase since then. I decided it was time to open it. A bottle I filled myself, with a screw cap. The wine was very drinkable. It was obvioulsy a vintage year. Just wish I had 'bottled' more
And now I have this bottle to open. I don't know who's wine it is, not ours, but it must be just as old as the 2008 bottle I opened. I'll let you know. The other two bottles are also red wine from a few years ago, made by our neighbour Vaso. I always enjoy her wine and those two have already been drunk. We are still waiting for her son to open the wine of 2019. Around xmas he says.
On our next trip to the big city I hope to find a bottle of this year's beaujolais.