Practice Terry...all it takes is practice...and a good liver 
Wish I could taste the brew...but something tells me customs won’t allow.
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Ha ha, thanks Joe, ask Spotty, he's almost 7 feet tall and probably 250 pounds, I gave him 10 gallons or so of my "Didn't come out quite right" brew, and he drank 2 litres over several hours and almost finished up like Jim Morrison. My oldest son, who's bigger and heavier than me now (but he's all muscle, he's a PT) calls it "sleeping juice" which is probably very true.
I bottled another brew on Thursday, I try to think of a new name for each new brew, "Ginger Slut" was my last brew, (what I'm drinking at the moment) I think the new brew will be called "Ginger Virus". I've had to share my brew with the gods of alcohol, as you know the more sugar you add to a brew, the more alcohol it will produce, but sadly, the more chance you have of bottles exploding.
I cleaned out my big industrial oven where I store it while it's carbonating, the benefit being that it's contained within a big steel box out in my garage, where it can't do too much harm. The gods of alcohol were extra thirsty with this batch, so I lost 6 bottles (3 litres) this time around. I'm using more corn sugar than cane sugar with "Ginger Virus", so it'll be interesting to see if it still has that explosive effect. I don't mind sharing my brew with the gods, I just wish I didn't have to clean up after them.

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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr