Today we pressed the Carriage Vineyard Syrah. Blood red juice. Bill thought he’d set the record for amount of grapes jammed into the press. That may have been the case for a few hours. Around 11pm his record was broken. After a relaxing meal at the Asylum, Eric, Gail and I drug ourselves back to the winery to press the Pinot Noir. Tired and lazy, we decided to toss the Pinot right in on top of the Syrah. We managed to get all of it in with the help of Eric’s brother, Ian. Poor guy. He shows up in town for a visit and we immediately put him to work.