The forecast said rain on Sunday, so we picked on Saturday, with the tasting guests watching from the road. At ten it started to drizzle. By one the crates were on the truck.
Pezoulia gave about half of last year's grapes. The north wind in May, which I wrote about in June, shows on the scales now. But the berries are small and dark, and the must has an acidity we don't see every year.
With Pezoulia, the 2026 harvest is over. Now the tank does the talking.
