Oaking

Cabernet Sauvignon.  Pitched.  Transferred.  Transferred again.  And again.  And maybe a third time (or is that four?)

Finally oaked.  In this case French light toast.  I like vanilla.

also I took this picture at least eight weeks ago, so it's been bottled already.  It still has a tinge of youth, despite all the shaking and racking and incalculable tracts of time.  But it has the makings of greatness.  

For now, we wait.