Eviaano

It blazes and burns, The brown cat is sleeping, Wooden sheaths scorched, The sorrow oppresses. The smoke rises, sweet and soft. The feeling it gives, gourmand and shallow. You need a sweater, Otherwise it would be cold, A scented tap, The ashes...

Borderies, France-The last grapes of Ugni Blanc roll bouncing down the oak-wooded track to thousands and thousands of their peers, while last season's noble sour brandy stock begins to blaze in the copper cauldron next door, in the Courvoisier,...