Harvesting the Brant-Vine 22 Sept. 2010

Ripe and healthy Brant grapes in my patio garden

The Brant grapes were harvested on the last sunny and warm day of September 2010.
According to the Met-office we will have rain and chill from now on.
I believe them, so I set out with buckets, secateurs and a ladder in 24 C.!!

At the top of the road, in the front garden of Nr. 2, I had spotted a wild growing Brant, that for 2 years had spread its tentacles into a tall Magnolia tree. The grape bunches were literally whispering to me every time I passed: "pick us - pick us" - - so I asked if the people actually were interested in their grapes.
As the answer was no,  that's where I started.
It was a difficult climb and I had to leave several tempting bunches where they were due to the height, but I managed to pick 2 full buckets.
The grapes were not ripe, many were totally green, but so what? All they contained was grape juice.
Nothing that can't be modified with the aid of a bit of sugar. 

My own Brant left - "imported" grapes at rear and right



The average sugar content of these grapes was 14%

Next I picked my own grapes.
And that was a different kettle of fish!
One bucket full and sugar content of 17.5

So there's the difference between a grapevine looked after and a wild growing one.
I have used 'green cropping' (i.e. removing green grapes or bunches) in order to concentrate the fruit in the remaining grapes - although probably a waste on Brant ;-) - - but they do that in the Bordeaux region, so why not in London?

Late afternoon, and all was crushed and poured into the fermentation vat, where I shall leave the must for 4 days.
Why 4?
Well, 3 is too little and 5 too much.

The colour is best described by Rudyard Kipling's marvellous description of "the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo river" - You can almost taste the rythm - although I trust the wine will improve considerably on this image.
I remember seeing the same colour many years ago in the Mosel district, when a huge tanker tried to pour its content of newly pressed must into a steel vat for initial fermentation and the hose popped out, spilling a considerable content on the concrete foreyard. The difference between sewage and raw wine must appeared insignificant. Commercial winemaking is surely a little less poetic than what goes on in a couple of patios in West London!
I suspect the colour will change a little, as the red skins from some of the grapes deliver their 'teinture', but the wine is definitely going to be more rose than red.
What a difference from the Triomphe d'Alsace's dark, blood-red colour.

Finally, a little 'chaptalisation' with 700g sugar to the 15 litres in the fermentation vat brought the sugar content up on the desired 21% - enough for a 12.5% alcohol result, if all goes well.
It is important regularly to press the cap of the crushed grapes down at regular intervals lest noxious bacteria develop on the surface. I presume it also helps provide colour and 'fruit', as all skins get in contact with the must.
Initially one has to work hard on the cap, but after a couple of days it becomes easier to press it down.


The cap of crushed Brant-grapes on the second day.



It is interesting to notice that you can feel the heat from the fermentation as you work the cap.

When the pulp has been wringed through a linnen bag and the juice stored away in the two waiting demijohns, there's little more I can do than wait and hope for the best.

There is only one matter I haven't got sorted out: Malolactic fermentation. Once the initial fermentation has finished around Christmas and the wine has been bottled, there is a good chance that a second fermentation may take place. That's the one that makes all the corks pop and leaves you with a major cleaning job in the morning, when you find the fruit of your efforts on the kitchen floor.

I will have to seek advice on this effect next year.

Beyond the 2 gallons of Brant now bubbling away I had a little more than 2 litres of must left over. I poured this straight into 3 bottles and corked them loosely, so any CO2-result of further fermentation could escape.

Brant "Suser" Sept. 2010

This is what the Swiss call "Suser" (Suess-wein/ Sweet Wine), the Germans call "Feder-weisser" ('feather wine' due to the white colour as a result of the suspended yeast particles). The French call it "Bourru" or "Vermache". During my years in Switzerland we tried it several time. It is  actually quite refreshing due to the CO2 and the fruitiness.

It may be drunk 'as is',  filtered (melita filters work well) or left alone for a couple of days for the sediment to sink to the bottom, after which it can be decanted.
It is a good idea to add a little sugar before drinking this way it becomes the most delightful  'fruit juice'

Whatever you do, it is your own, it is the result of your efforts and it is organic.

 There is no end to the fun you can have with wine!

Jorgen Faxholm : Bargeme Provence 1995

Painted Sept. 2010


As so many places in Provence (Var), a site with an immense atmosphere: the distressed stones, the clear blue sky - and history oozing out of every corner.

The Human Condition V

In a recent TV-feature about Al Quaeda’s bombing of two American embassies in East Africa, one of the victims, a woman who lost her eye-sight in the Nairobi blast, said: God, if you have to, please take only one eye.

The statement stunned me.

What kind of god would take up that offer?
If he had decided to take both eyes, he would surely take them, as it was unclear what the woman had to offer in return.
And if she had something to offer, what kind of miserable, stingy, vengeful god would consider such a trade-in?
Wouldn’t it have made more sense to ask Osama Bin Laden for compensation for this incredibly cowardly act? The chance of a positive response would have been endlessly higher – albeit minimal.

Let me demonstrate through their own account how sick these terrorists are:

The one allocated to the Nairobi plot was supposed to have shot the guard at the embassy entrance, paving the way for the other to drive the explosives through the gate.
However, he forgot his gun at the back seat of his car.
As he couldn’t shoot the guard immediately, after which he’d probably have been killed himself, he figured that he had messed things up – and ran away.

The logic is that in order to obtain a one way ticket to paradise, he had to be killed in the act – and not afterwards, as this would be considered suicide.
And suicide is not allowed.
Chew on that one for a while.

I don’t know who of the two people, the blind lady or the terrorist, I pity the most. Both are lost in an illusion that only religion could bring about.

My conclusion is, that our time on earth is short and final. Therefore it is better to concentrate on friends and family and make the most out of life here and now than to believe in deluded promises of a paradise – or to believe that God (which of them?) has monopoly on being good.

The problem, of course, is that friends and family may not see it that way, but the solution is simple: convert them to at least understand the "here and now" principle - or dump them.
Time is much too short to live with waste and futile hopes.

What a relief this insight has become for me!

Wine Harvest 4 Sept. 2010

Triomphe d'Alsace

The same amount as last year? Unfortunately not!
Grapes were small, 50% didn't pollinate and many dried out.
The result was a little more than a gallon - but what a gallon! 22% sugar according to the refractometer, now bubbling away for the next 3 months!
Volume low - quality high - that's OK!
The proud vigneronne demonstrating - -

- and here bubbling away on 7 Sept. after 3 days in the vat. Last year they spent 5 days before being poured over to the demijohn. In theory the longer in the vat, the more 'fruit' in the wine. But this also increases the chance of noxious bacteria developing - hence the short initial fermentation. Let's see in 3-4 months!

Brant.

So far left on the vine (8 Sept.)

They do take their time to become ripe and this year the miserable spring and summer didn't do much to promote great growth. But there is enough to fill another demijohn - just about. Let's see in about 2 weeks (i.e. 20 Sept.) - but here's a pre-view on the vine:

I have removed as many leaves as possible to let maximum air and light into the bunches.

Sun, please!!!

And now hear this:

Pour que le vin fasse du bien aux femmes, faut que ce soyent les hommes qui le boivent!!

Perhaps I shouldn't be so impatient? This is the state of the art at Nyetimber's vineyard in Bignor, Sussex.

Not exactly well ripened fruit either. Tough year!!

Pinot Meunier, 11 Sept. 2010, Nyetinber Vineyard.

Jorgen Faxholm : Tourtour Provence

Tourtour meadow.

Just outside Tourtour, a medieval village with castles and tourist traps, near Salerne and Villecroze, this wonderful view can be found. It takes in the blessings of Provence: The deep blue sky, the cooling Mistral, lavenders, medieval towers and a breathtaking view towards the Esterel mountains.
It just had to be painted!

Jorgen Faxholm : Roman bridge

Pont Julien

Between Apt and Bonnieux this 2000 year old Roman bridge still carries the main traffic from "Gallia Cisalpina to Gallia Transalpina" - the only remaining bridge of a series of constructions that took trade and legionairies around the old empire.

Don't be fooled by the apparently wafer-thin top of the bridge. It is strong as an ass's back and may stay safe for another 2000 years!
(My painting 2010).

Danish Tax Policy 2010

Danish Tax-policy, explained by Lars Løkke.
with an English translation

English MPs have a lot to learn from the old Vikings.
Or perhaps the Vikings never left?
The compatibility between English and Danish parliamentary processes and similar ways of explaining complex matters are extraordinary. These 10 seconds from a specialist in clear communication, Lars Loekke, flows like a poem:

1. DANISH

Så har man altså valgt at lave et system,
hvor man skal aflevere lidt mindre
end man gjorde før.
Det er så det vi har valgt,
og det fører så selvfølgelig til, at – øhh –
dem, der tjener mere og afleverer meget
og nu afleverer lidt mindre,
ja, de afleverer så meget mindre,
end dem, der tjener lidt mindre
og afleverer mindre,
men altså så afleverer mindre - - mindre.

2. ENGLISH

So we have chosen to set up a system
where one will pay a little less
than we did before.
This is what we have chosen
and of course it leads to – uhmm –
those, who earn more and pay more
and now pay a little less,
yes, they will now pay a lot less
than those, who earn a little less
and pay less
but also pay less - - less.

Fantastic!!!!

Jorgen Faxholm : Adam's Shop

Adamou's historic Chiswick shop. Opened 1959, closed March 2011.
Acrylic on board, 2008

Gallery quality poster-prints (Limited edition, max 50) are available, framed, glazed, ready to hang, 365x610mm, £175, from jfaxholm at orchardsim dot com.

This is the kind of shop our children will have a hard time to find in the future.

Tesco, Asda and Sainsbury's are well on the way to take over, making convenience shopping via easy access to a car park more and more common. The result is that they increasingly determine what we can buy and what not and tend to set the price (usually a high one) for our thus forced limited ambitions. Automatic tills and an overpowering competitve position are about to drive both local employment and small shops into oblivion.

Ultimately, we may all stay at home, ordering our food from the HD-LED screen of the computer, and let a service company bring us whatever they have on the shelf without giving us a chance to 'feel' the produce.
So what about the shopping experience?
What about choice?
What about the diversity of specialised shops?
What about the personal relationship with innovative greengrocers, who understand the market and who understand what their individual customers want?
And what about the feeling of experiencing a bustling High Street?

Welcome to the 21st Century.

Political poems - sorry - de er paa dansk!

Udfundne af den pegasusianske rytter, hovmodets basker og skjald par excellence: Jorgenius Faxibus udi Maj 2010, i anledningen af det engelske valg - kan uden omskrivninger  bruges til danske valg med henvisning til forfatterens intellektuelle korpus!!

1.

1. Der sviges fedt med grå pamfletter,
sandheden i Sibirien bor;
Der kastes tons af blår
og grus og sorte hætter
over folkets øjne, mens i kor
vi tigger, be’r, og håbet får et skår.

2. For pøbelen den sover,
lægger hjernens krøl på is.
Mens potten, som er fuld
af løfter, løber over
lover skov og røden guld,
og så’r den bare fuld a fis.

3. Det knivver lidt med hjerner,
at bruge dem er ikke let.
Til sorte huller visdoms stjerner
gøres daglig uden ret.
Med troens lidelse og mord
Det aldrig før er set:

3 ½. Det usandsynlige er sket,
at Faxibus er tom for ord.

2.
 
1. Jeg sidder midt i haven
i piberøgens slør
Med fisk og steg i maven
alt mens jeg roligt spør:
Hvor tør de politiker
tante fjas og fjumse,
når de ej engang er sikker
på om deres numse
ej bliver rød og slagen?

2. Snablen ned i krukken
det har de alle stukken.
Men hvor er deres blusel?
Ja, jeg spør’ Dem bare!
Man ej kan skrække dem
med sandheds bitre fusel.
For lige det er syv og fem,
og vi har lov og orden:
Dem rider ingen mare.

3. Men vos som der har viden
vi ser igennem røg’n
og sporer hele tiden
hver lusk og hver en løgn.
Jeg venter på min chance
til at brække deres rygge
og tage fed revanche:
Måske som valgt minister
jeg selv ku finde lykke?