Never in a million years did I think I’d be deeply connected to apples blossoming. Never. But a strange journey happened. My perhaps-slightly-out-of-balance-lust for wine and wine knowledge [I'm moderating out of that phase, honest] led to trying to grow wine grapes in a marginal climate. Which led to lots of research about growing grapes, as that’s how I roll. Which led to my taking Jeff Cox’s From Vines to Wines out from the library sufficient times to warrant my ownership of it. [I have about a 4 times rule]. He suggested that while your grapes are growing, practice your winemaking chops on other fruit wines in the meantime so that when the grapes are ready, you’ll be ready. Seemed sensible. I dig sensible. So I did.
My 2009 Red Sparkle apple wine was likely harvested early, went through an accidental malolactic fermentation [a long one], and ended up spending way more time on oak than I thought I’d give it. Sadly, barring a half-case stashed in an upper bin of my wine cellar for future years’ education and enjoyment, it’s largely gone. So I guess it didn’t suck. In fact, I miss it already.
So now, my apple blossoms speak to me of promise. They offer the gift of another vintage. They beg the question of ‘how will this vintage be different/the same?’. They make me happy.
I strongly feel that apple wines are underrated. And living in a city with a gazillion kg of apples produced in backyards, largely unused and wasted, it would seem that a food culture revolving around apple wines would be sensible. And I dig sensible.