Not exactly homebrew, however
When my father lived in France, he had a cellar, and one was allowed to drink anything in there EXCEPT the "Château Smith" - for that was its name, and also his surname - which had apparently cost a fortune, worth even more etc.

When he moved out, it was into his girlfriend's flat in Spain, no room for more than his clothes and a few books. So, on the farewell night, the "sacred" wine was allowed to be drunk, and we could take back with us any remainders.

The first bottle was opened - my sister tasted it - corked. Poured on the ground. The second bottle - yes, you can guess the rest.

The boiler was in the cellar - it had gone wrong at some point and overheated - the wine had turned to vinegar. We were drinking outside, God knows what the neighbours made of hearing corks opening from bottle after bottle, and the contents then being emptied onto the grass.

It taught me a good lesson - never bother saving anything that you might enjoy now - when you think it's time to have it, it might not be what you thought it was for all those years.
( I_Was_Mordred, Fri 5 Dec 2014, 13:51, 3 replies)

So if you get the chance of sex go for it.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Fri 5 Dec 2014, 14:33, closed)

Hell yeah.
After all, when's the next time you'll have a 5 year old to yourself?
(m.auron, Fri 5 Dec 2014, 15:36, closed)

erm.

( rofl harris, Fri 5 Dec 2014, 17:41, closed)