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Sarah Bringhurst Familia's avatar

What a great post! My first introduction to grappa was in Istria. We stayed at a little guest house in a tiny town called Draguč (Draguccio in Italian, which our host spoke fluently, on account of being old enough to remember when Istria belonged to Italy). Her husband made his own grappa, and when we arrived, they welcomed us with cake and little glasses of grappa. We brought home two bottles of it, and every time I drank it I would remember the beautiful view from the hill town of Draguč.

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Antonia Castellani's avatar

Grappa… you are not Italian if you never got intoxicated with it at least once. My husband, grown up in the North-East of Italy, got so badly drunk on cheap grappa at 14yo that he only accepted to try it again after 40 years: this time, it was the good stuff, and now he likes it a lot. I like grappa, but not being a big fan of hard liquor I never got sick with it, because my stomach always told me a big NO in front of a first sip of bad grappa. But I must say that offering grappa to the unsuspecting foreigner friend will never stop being the Italian way to challenge and measure their ability to keep their composure, especially when the offer comes from an unassuming elderly lady with a smile on her face.

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