It really is blue.
An old vine of the old Biševo Plavac variety grows in our garden. Like everything in nature, it fruits differently each year. This year it decked itself in huge bunches packed so tightly with berries that they barely have room for one another.
Plavac grapes have a slightly bitter skin, plenty of delicious juice, and a few small seeds. The ratio of skin, juice, and seed shifts a little every year. Proper winemakers know exactly what each part contributes to the flavour and quality of the wine.
This year’s bunches look ready to be served to Dionysus himself: fit for his bacchanals and revels, for a celebration of life, juiciness, and fertility.
We do not make wine. We snack on the grapes, press juice, and make vinegar. That is nature: at one moment you have far too much of one resource and you need to use it fast or watch it all go. Do you know what a grape is? A little bag of sugar. Guide it the right way and it ferments; leave it to chance and it rots.
