fathergoat
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I thought I'd share with you a story about my first adventure into making mead. I wanted to get into home brew a while back and the idea of a honey wine intrigued me. So I looked around on the internets for a simple recipe when I stumbled on one that was simply white grape juice concentrate, honey, water, and red star champagne yeast. I had no idea what I was doing but I bought the supplies anyway and went full steam ahead. I don't remember my OG but 1.095 rings a bell. When fermentation was done it was .99 and I took a sip, rocket fuel. I remember my throat dried out like I just drank whiskey. Now I remember back sweetening with more honey and I remember putting something in it to clarify it but I'm not sure which order. What I do remember is my next sip tasted like rocket fuel with honey in it. I figured I messed it all up but I had all these bottles so what the heck, I'll bottle it and maybe some age will make it better. So I did just that and shoved it under my basement steps. Then dabbled into making beer(extract stuff but that's beside the point)
Fast forward a bit to June this year. I went to a beer tasting charity event put on by a local brew club. The beer was good and I had fun so I eventually went to a meeting. At the end of the meeting someone broke out a bottle of cyser. That reminded me that I made mead once. When I got home I dug a box out from under the steps. After dusting it off I took it over to my parents, opened the bottle, poured a taste, and cautiously took a sip. IT WAS EPIC. It was nothing like the honey flavored rocket fuel I remember it was a beautiful dessert mead. Now If you've read this far I'm sure you're wondering "how long was it aged?". Well a few weeks after it's rediscovery I found an old bottle of bock beer that may dad had made while I made the mead. The bottle was labeled Nov. 2003
The moral of the story here? Patience is the best ingredient.
Fast forward a bit to June this year. I went to a beer tasting charity event put on by a local brew club. The beer was good and I had fun so I eventually went to a meeting. At the end of the meeting someone broke out a bottle of cyser. That reminded me that I made mead once. When I got home I dug a box out from under the steps. After dusting it off I took it over to my parents, opened the bottle, poured a taste, and cautiously took a sip. IT WAS EPIC. It was nothing like the honey flavored rocket fuel I remember it was a beautiful dessert mead. Now If you've read this far I'm sure you're wondering "how long was it aged?". Well a few weeks after it's rediscovery I found an old bottle of bock beer that may dad had made while I made the mead. The bottle was labeled Nov. 2003
The moral of the story here? Patience is the best ingredient.