Whew! that was an experience I'd like to not repeat.
Sitting on the couch jamming to Trampsta, when he let drop one of *those* bass beats, where you feel like the entire universe is throbbing along with him, and B0000M! goes a mead bottle!
That fucker exploded and blew most of 750ml of mead into a fine peach mist that still hasn't settled out of the air, and glass all over that quarter of the house (open plan kitchen/living room). I think I still haven't seen the EZ-Cap bottle top.
There were four other bottles from the same vintage that I quickly opened, and each yielded the now expected fountain of peach mead. I managed to save enough from those bottles to make up another bottle and a half.
The peaches had been bought fresh at the farmers market this spring, were absolutely glorious, and when we ate some the missus insisted we go back and get more so I could use them in a batch of mead.
I really don't understand how this happened, that mead had been let to sit in the fermenter for a week without making bubble one, after which I stirred air into it vigorously and allowed it to sit another week without it budging.
I've burped those bottles twice since I bottled, and they just burped - there was no indication of a pending rupture.
