Nevertheless, alas no, some wanted cash up front, others no game, no skill, quick assessment of them – losers and fuckoffs.

The typical Santa Barbara shedista narrative goes like this: you start working in the cellar of a bigger winery and learn the ropes: the region, the vinyards, and the growers. Eventually you borrow from relatives and max out your credit cards to rent a shed, buy a few tanks and a few tons of Syrah, design a label, and make your own wine. You share equipment and wine notes with friends. And you keep your day job in the meantime.

There are, incidentally, few things more Australian than damper with ‘cocky′s joy’, which is the bushman′s name for golden syrup.

Iurdone, pyssepotte, iurdanus.