I don't, but my late uncle made his own wine, and I miss it. One of my fondest childhood memories is standing in his garage surrounded by crates of sticky grapes and buzzing bees, watching him work that old wood press. He had oak barrels in the basement for aging and storing the wine. We would sit and eat salted tomatoes fresh from his garden, as the adults sat and drank last years vint from jelly jars....I miss those those days, and the people. Have fun with your new hobby!