I was prepared to pour this bottle down the sink. It has been nine months since we last had any and I remember that bottle being nasty. I put a bottle of crab apple in the fridge by way of back up. It is with genuine delight, therefore, that I can report this wine has improved massively with age. Should I ever make peapod wine again, which, frankly, is unlikely, storing it for nearly three years is the way forward. It was still a little sweet but had a hint of German Rheisling (he said, pretentiously).
We drank most the bottle on Easter Monday - which really is the scrapings of the Easter barrel. A glass was left in the bottle for Claire whilst I was out playing quintets in Ilkley. She finished it before I set off and opened the crab apple.