The Drinking Records: Paprocky, Torero de Lunares, and Chevalier Alexis Lichine.

It was a splendid voyage. The cruise through the Adriatic Sea was riveting and grabbing the heart. Maybe I rarely had a true meat, but it doesn’t matter–believe me. Everything got better when I tasted local alcohol beverages in the first half of day and visited the gym an hour later – not the best combination, but I felt great myself. I haven’t told all my drinking stories from these weeks. I want to bring records of substance using in other minor places.

Drinking in an airport becomes something special. It can stem from passion of wanting it, or from accident, which the latter I had. It was at Chopin Airport, which is a lovely place because you usually can hear an unknown musician who tries to perform Waltz in D minor. I entertained myself by checking the Duty Free shops, which most of them were and contained familiar. However, it changed when I moved far, and in the spirit of Ferdinand Magellan, Francis Drake, and Marco Polo I discovered a store that had small bottles of Polish whisky whose name was Paprocky, and which claimed it was hand-made. My skepticism to Eastern European alcohol–and especially toward drinks in not their niche–was with me, but the matured yellow color didn’t make an atrocious look, though that alone couldn’t be a factor. I am a researcher at heart and soul. Even a plastic material couldn’t frighten me from acquiring it.

Well… The scent is Eastern European tincture. I already wanted to pour it out. Somewhere a flower smelled, and it had an evolution in the process. I made a sip – it was unpleasant bitter, peppered and still the flower in the experience. The aftertaste is the cheap Eastern European drinks that regular factory workers of these countries like to have after the end of their job.

I decided not to finish it. I threw more than half of Paprocky into a bin. Eventually, Poland and alcohol production aren’t connecting things.

I exposed my love to have a drink on a plane. This time began with finding out that a flight hadn’t merlot I had seen in a menu, and it caused to have double of other wines in 186-gram plastic bottles.

I ignored my usual absence of favor to Spanish wines by taking Torero de Lunares. I did that because it combined Merlot and Temranillo – and I was curious to get and know it, and likely realize how ghastly it can be. The drink contains 12%, which is humiliating for the red wine, as it is known. The aroma is a cheap young wine. A taste is disgusting and if you linger it in the mouth – it brings acidity. Therefore I swallowed to avoid that. The final feeling that coming is non-special, and that acidity visits you after all.

The personnel of the flight offered Chevalier Alexis Lichine first. I initially rejected it due to combination of Cabernet Sauvignon and Syrah. The second grape has never been to mine taste in a big presence of it. However, my passion for discovering the unknown, or, in other words, I had plenty of time rousted me to take it. A French wine with 13% is much better for resume. It has a character, which has some of saturation when I was sniffing it. Syrah was definitely never my grape, as it reminded again when I began to have the wine. It had of drinkable at the beginning. The experience of this is from long lingering to unpleasant, and the beverage’s transformation adds acidity later. The aftertaste is plain, and brings a moderate acidity then, which is incomparable with Torero de Lunares.