My brother did this in the 60's, in mom's cellar. Huge crock pots with long, narrow necks, tubes coming out of them, with waxed dripped on the openings and all around the necks to seal it up, bubbling ooze, and over it all, the air was permeated with an odd mixture of cloying sweetness, earthen rot, and the tangy sharpness of sugars breaking down into a supposed elixer! Oh, tasty, just really got the senses in high gear, anticipating a a swish of a bouquet, then a slight sip, mulling it round in the mouth, and, finally a slither down the throat to inite a slight fire in the belly.

Of course, this is only conjecture on my part. I was deemed "too young" to taste it, but my nose told me lots!**BG**

I always thought of dandelion and elderberry wines as something very old Victorian ladies, someone's anuties, sat around and sipped, whilst they fanned themelves, lacy cuffs gently wafting with the wrist action; long, velvety skirts, with high-necked collars and a froth of lace cascading down from their throats completing the image.

Haha, thanks for the images, Peter and Sorcha!