Spaul

Leo, a delicate person with a dreamy aura, has made himself comfortable at one of the sandalwood tables in the newly opened hipster café around the corner ("Venenum 32"), styled with a touch of Japanese influence. When the waiter places...

I don't understand the enthusiasm. I smell - when I try it - really very hard try - maybe! mulled wine. But not the warm one - rather the cold, sour mulled wine that leaves that weird slime at the back of the throat. Or cloves...