I have two stories that I would like to share...
The mop and glow winery
A number of year ago, I had a really nice young couple that made wine with me. They crushed up their grapes into a carboy (and two gallons) and took it home.
They chose to place the wine on an old pool table in their basement. They had a 4 year old that (several days later) climbed up on the pool table and knocked the carboy off. It crashed onto their basement tile floor. The kid was unharmed, at least from the accident, but I am sure he didn't feel like sitting for a while after his parents got through with him.
Thinking quickly, the wife remembered that she had a brand new mop that was unused. Figuring they had nothing to lose, they mopped it up and squeezed it into their empty carboy that they use for racking. They only lost a gallon through the whole experience and topped it up from one of their gallon jugs.
During the racking process, the wine cleared up nicely. I advised them to give the wine a good shot of k-meta. 8 months later they were shocked that their wine tasted fine.
Feeling better for the experience, they decided to call themselves "The Mop and Glow Winery".
The Dropped Bottle Winery
Yet another person that made wine with me was pressing his wine into some carboys. I had a simple ratchet press that I had bolted to the concrete floor in the detached garage in the place I was living at the time.
He had finished up, and was loading his carboys into his car. When he went to lift on up, he place his hand over a yellow jacket. The little bugger stung him, reflexes kicked in, and he dropped the carboy.
With astonishing speed, the wine spread out all over the garage floor. He became very apologetic saying "so sorry about you floor". "Are you kidding? I am so sorry about your wine" I responded.
Again, seeing the humor in this, he decided to call himself the "Dropped Bottle Winery".
So, a broken bottle has been the traditional source for naming yourself.
Might I suggest "The Slight Push Winery" for you?
