"...all you need is love..."

So sayeth the Beatles.

In fact all you really need is, ok they were undoubtedly correct, love.

(Trumpets in your head please)

The vine bareth (is it bearith, or beareth...oh well go get a dictionary I suppose) fruit.

Too much; maybe.

We delivered to a wonderful winemaker and incredibly stylish cool cat Mr Kevin Grant on Tuesday. No fanfare but heaps of love. The sugars were higher than we thought but the flavours were subtle and clean.

Wednesday Jake was locked in a car and had no way out of it except to endure and chase down electricians, alan-keys (not the politician), great beans (from Origin coffee), great bread from Kalk Bay and a fun but hard to reach real estate agent in Muizenberg.

Yesterday, Thursday, we picked Chardonnay for Lismore. Estate wine we say. Single vineyard if we'd like (not feasible at present). The fruit was WOW likeohmygodwhatflava kind of WOW!

The amout is the troubling thing. The 1/2 ton basket press is maxed out and the teams helping are equally maxed out. Two cycles of rotating heads turning the screw and the tyres to fetch as many tons as possible in a day (we're maxing out at 2.3 tons...which means we're picking for the next five days solid). Sleep is on q and if you miss your glimmer of sleep...oh well. BACK TO THE LOVE!

By the way the pectolytic (the correct spelling of this word will remain a mystery until re-use of the bag sometime in July) enzyme we use to settle the juice and soften the grapes is amazing. Last season we obtained 600 litres of juice per ton of grapes. This season we're into a whopping 680 litres per ton. Yes 80 litres to the good my chyna! Not a lot, but if you calculate that each litre brings in...oh, not supposed to tell that one...suffice to say we're better off with the 80 in our pocket than waiting for it to magically appear from the bush.

Life goes on...no matter the song...

"...love love love..."

Its all you need.

Jake & Sam

ps. Bye I'm gone...sleep...Sam is on the night shift on the press...