Port Wine after the Days in Paradise. Pocas Tawry and Martha’s Ruby.

I hadn’t a time for entire walk-through Duty Free in that US airport. It was a curiosity combined with wanting to find Fisherman’s Friend. However, nobody heard about it before though these people were older than me.

Another thing there is that bourbon stalls contain US whiskey that you can buy anywhere in the world. Almost nothing in drinks that doesn’t sell outside of the country.

I tried twice to do any writing on both flights but I didn’t get far. That Han, who was on the right from me in my way to America, made a glance into my monitor. I turned a head to his side and he quickly took his eyes away. Huh, these Han spies are everywhere! Just know that if you see a Han-looking person – it is a foreign intelligence agent.

These transatlantic planes don’t offer films of the past decades, only contemporary ones. My choice was to play solitaire and to listen a meager variety of music because most of the last was overfilled of modern. All seasons of Vivaldi, Bee Gees, Don’t Cry by Guns’N’Roses, Queen, Andrea Bocelli (where I couldn’t bear his duet with Jennifer Lopez, who was terrible wrong in her part of re-singing of Quizas, Quizas, Quizas, while Bocelli didn’t find soul there) and Frank Sinatra (where I found gold in live performance because he’s great at contacting with audience, making to regret not being at his concerts) were everything that I could have.

And the planes didn’t serve whiskey. Johnny Walker Red Label was in business class, which I will be in the next time, as a Portuguese stewardess told me when I was flying away from America.

I had two regular red wines on these planes. I didn’t save their titles in memory. The first was a shameful awful drink whereas the second was from Portugal and acceptable in sipping that made me to look in forward toward grape beverages from this state.

I returned to Lisbon Airport. I had less than twenty minutes. My interest in port wine raised in a previous visit of that airport, which wasn’t so long ago. All my knowledge about that beverage was in knowing of its existence. However, I did studying for find out it belongs to fortified wines. I needed a shot size because it was an unknown for me, and I believed it wouldn’t be my drink due to I find such high alcohol percentage for a grape beverage as imbalanced for harmony. I discovered a searchable size and, after long philosophizing at that stall, I took two small bottles of manufacturers with history. I was thanked by salesman in Portuguese. It rekindled a desire to know more about this nationality after both visits to Lisbon Airport.

The first portion of port wine was Pocas Tawny, from a company established in 1918. That drink had 19%. I unscrewed a cap and put my nose into a bottle from where I’ve got a little of tincture. It had a piece of sweetness on taste and bitterness in much using. While the first had somewhat in balance whereas the second was slightly inclined to roughness.

The next was Martha’s Ruby, which enterprise in business since 1727. 19,5% in that one. A scent was a peculiar doctor’s medicine. Not so palatable taste and further using led to bearable acidity. I finished it somehow. I did that because it was only unpleasant.

I had a tender aftertaste by both. I can drink and have some like, but port wine isn’t my drink. I can relate this to fortified wines in general.