Flow good, some buckets overflowing, and snow atop tanks but sugar down to 2%. RO tore through the weak sap. Two of my land lords graded and agreed we crossed the Rubicon entering the enchanted domain of the Dark Robust. Got in late from boiling and had a thought. Nudged M. "Hey, we could bolt the TV to the ceiling and watch the stars." She just gave me that look and says, "Treat, really, don't you remember freaking out in the dingy castle? Bratislava? The flashlight in the mirrors? After two bottles of Bull's Blood?" Oh and I had comfortably forgotten. Remember the wine, good stuff unlike the commies made, but for quite awhile thereafter M called me, ah, Moonbeam.