Today’s Do-It-Yourself Project: Breaking the Tyranny of the Wine Establishment
Spike Your Juice is a kit that allows you to turn any 64-ounce bottle of storebought juice into “a fizzy and refreshing alcoholic beverage” in only 48 hours.
Gizmodo gives it a try using Welch’s grape juice as a base:
“I swear you’re making poison,” my wife warns. I pretend I’m not afraid…Just an hour ago, I decided to pour a bit on the rocks since it fermented at room temperature. I tentatively sipped, expecting something that I could barely swallow. Instead, I was brought back to my childhood. Grape freezepops, grape sodas, grape jelly…but with a kick at the end. After 2 1/2 glasses, it makes for a quick, harsh buzz—akin to the helmet of weight you get around your brow from vodka. There’s no way this is 4% ABV—I’d guess it’s closer to 8 or 10%.
The Spike Your Juice website says you can age the wine for up to two weeks.
September 27th, 2010 at 10:18 AM
The Dark Side you have found. Prison hootch, TBird, expired OJ. The dark side are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny A wine lover craves not these things. You are reckless.
September 27th, 2010 at 3:14 PM
I used the expired OJ example in a class once, and one of the students — who had been in the joint — said that was common practice. They’d trade sugar packets, just as they traded cigarettes, and make home brew out of orange juice. It was a big hit with the class.
September 27th, 2010 at 3:53 PM
Highschool kids everywhere celebrate
September 27th, 2010 at 4:02 PM
I think it has serious high school appeal. The order form asks for a birth date, but I’m not sure there’s a minimum requirement. It certainly doesn’t say there’s a minimum age requirement.
Also, where do prison fermenters get yeast? I know they make hootch out of raisins; do some of the native yeasts survive the drying process?
September 27th, 2010 at 4:05 PM
Yeast? Care packages from home.
September 27th, 2010 at 4:11 PM
I hate to go there, but I think Candida exists on almost any warm, moist place on our bodies. Eeeeew.
Is this what Tony Orlando was singing about?