My dad makes wine, one year we had a glut of parsnips so he made some wine with them. It was almost clear in colour, quite dry but it had the kick of a mule and after a few glasses it made you walk and talk funny! I remember my mother, who never drank anything other than the odd Bailey's or snowball at Christmas having drank a glass, looked at my dad owlishly, then at me and said, ' oooh, there's two of your father....that'll be handy for milking in the morning!' Then fell back on the sofa snoring. She won't touch any homemade wine now!