Before I broke my wrist I started a batch of mead. Honey wine. Liquid gold. After I got my cast off I started knitting for the physical therapy. I started knitting bottle cozies for when I eventually bottled the mead. It was while knitting one of those cozies that I noticed that one of the yarn combinations I was using would be so much cooler as a thong. Thats about the time my life changed and I started using my powers for evil.
But enough about that
The one bottle in the front with the yeast at the bottom was bottled back in April. It was the dregs of the keg when I first racked the mead. Didn't want to waste it even though it was so full of suspended yeast that you couldn't see through the bottle. It has settled very nicely.
I only made 2 gallons of this one. Which worked out to 18 bottles. Today I worked out who was going to get what. I was very disappointed to find that all bottles were spoken for and that I wouldn't have any for myself. Lesson learned. Next time make 5 gallons. So maybe next year you can have one. Sorry.
This was done with pure honey and no grapes. I could do matching thong/cozy. But sadly(?) my models at this point have been 18-20 and I can't hand them a bottle of booze. I keep telling myself that I am going to fix that one day but models don't exactly grow on trees. If you or anyone you know wants to volunteer let me know. I am starting to formulate my blend for next year and if I could make it the sexiest blend ever I will.
Relevant quote from facebook: If a thong is doing its job no one will notice any other flaws.
After rereading it it does appear that I missed that I would be the one in the thong. I will keep that serving suggestion in mind if I ever have the oppertunity but rommantic oppertunities haven't been part of my life for far too long.