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Scott positioned the last of the big fermentation tanks carefully, feeling the weight. When he was certain it would land in the right place, he gave Charlie and Brian the order to let go. They all did, and the rear two legs crashed to the ground. He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm. “Thanks, guys. Thankfully, that’s the last of the big stuff.”
It was a miracle that they’d found enough space for the fermentation tanks, pressing vats and old oak barrels used for the maturation process. They’d had to find space in the other, smaller sheds and barns spread throughout the vineyard.
Walking the tanks to their new homes was the hardest part of the job. The tanks weren’t only heavy, they were also large and cumbersome, awkward to move, with big steel legs. He thought they would ha
