I already know as I uncork one of seven bottles of the pear that there is no hope. I had a couple of cups set aside after bottling that I would taste frequently and test in various simple recipes. I had thrown it out a while ago. I have been hoping the bottles would taste a sweet song of soured nectar.
Spoiled Rotten Pear, Batch #1 2012: Hopefully living happily in the SF bay.