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Fino. It’s not just for breakfast any more.

I know the instant I fell in love with the Spanish wine known as Fino, a super-dry Sherry. We were in a gourmet shop in Cordoba, at about eleven in the morning. They gave out little samples of wine and olive paste and other tasty treats. I’d been served Fino at a few cafes, but it didn’t exactly rock my world. Even though I’d been told to drink it, I wasn’t really seeking it out.

Then, that morning in the wine shop in Cordoba, the salesperson/taster giver handed me a little plastic cup with a shot of cold Fino. I drank it, and the earth moved. That shot, 15.5% alcohol, clean and clear and from the soil of Spain, hit my bloodstream in a violent burst and left me incredibly happy and at peace with the world. The taste of that little sample, and the feeling I had after I downed it, will remain with me forever.

Fino is an acquired taste, and I have acquired it with a vengeance. I bought a bottle of Lustau Fino on Friday (thank you, thank you, San Diego Wine Co.) Saturday, I dipped into it. One sip, and you are transported to a cafe in Sevilla. You are in a place of Spanish dreams. This is a wine that takes you to where it was made. And that is what wine is all about, isn’t it? That is what wine should be about.

It’s Sunday night, and the bottle is gone. I shared a little, but not much. Thankfully, there is more where that came from. I think this will be an addiction, I’ll go to restaurants, and ask if they have Fino, and when they don’t I will storm out in a huff. I want to be the reason restaurants start serving Fino.

The other taste of Spain – Jamon Jamon Ruffles. Two bags came home with me. You only need to eat one, and the ham flavor kicks you in the face. It’s like a crunchy piece of heaven.

Wine and Potato Chips. Like I’ve always said, it doesn’t take much to make me happy.

One Response to “Fino. It’s not just for breakfast any more.”

  1. Jesus Says:

    Al pan pan y al vino fino jejeje… y viva la madre que me pari?.

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