Subtitle: 15° alcohol.
Sad and disheartening,
towards the end of the meal, to see the level of the bottle, just above half.
How to say, just each a
glass and stop.
You could feel the
subject, unfortunately mortified by that alcohol volume.
Discreet nose: exotic
fruits and citrus, a marine breath, but so uncomfortable that acute alcohol.
Mouth substantially
aligned, with wobbly balance.
Flaky, and not worse,
only thanks to the continuous and constant ice belt. Somersaults to avoid irreversible
wheelies.
Slight hints of almond
and sapid touches, for a final fiery hot and sweet mold.
I was sorry.
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