2008-03-23 // 18:58:11
Stefano

Ah, the roots of the sljivovica that traveled by bus become clear. It all began with Signor Marchelo's portrait, and a comment box.

»link

^ indeed. (or even before, as to be read there) and now for easter, the sljivovica travelled with me even a bit further, to the countryside again, to friends. yummy. love to enjoy and share the joy

2008-03-14 // 17:49:51
Ivan
Glad that you get the sliwowica finally ;-), i was very busy these days, couldn't replay to your email until now.
Zivjeli my friend :)

2008-03-13 // 13:19:25
inkaust
mistake again - it should be 'yiamas'

and i have no idea what you meant in your last comment reply :o)

2008-03-13 // 10:40:52
inkaust
yes, it's greek. and in fact i made a typo with the polish one... should be 'na zdrowie', but in fact it's means the same... - 'to health'. yes, in poland be believe drinking is healthy :o)

^ ok, so - why not also greek. not to be scoffed at either. (oh, I believe likewise. isn't it?)

2008-03-12 // 14:10:01
My.Iowa
thank you for those links--the first is a great portrait--is this who you got the secret precious liquid from? i love plum wine, but somehow i have a feeling that this is much much stronger and not as sweet!
flying ducks,
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^ not from the man on the great portrait, but from the great man behind the camera

2008-03-12 // 12:18:46
inkaust
za zdrowie!

and jamas :o)

^ prieka! (jamas? greek??)

2008-03-12 // 01:30:27
My.Iowa
share--i can't wait! but what is it--is it vodka? is it +expensive+ vodka? i'm not used to the expensive stuff, you know...only a little might set me off into gales of laughter...(is there a duck somewhere on the label?)

^ oh, yummy destilled, or even double-destilled out of plums, handmade, strong. see here »link and here »link (no ducks. but maybe you see some ;-) then i will tune in your laughter. and probably would have to bring you to bed again). oh, it smells good as well.

2008-03-11 // 15:31:47
My.Iowa
ahem. obviously, you have been hiding this in that little hole in the wall in the attic. when we help j. with his laundry, i will run back up to the attic, in order to "get some more detergent" so don't be surprised if this little glass is drained by the time you finish drying the towels.

and then i will be giggling loudly.

^ oh. no. it is in the OTHER attic. a precious gift it is. therefore to be shared, my angel, and not hidden at all. you will have to come here. - but. girl, i said shared. not abused. (do I have to remind you how loud you get, when you had a bit too much? the walls here are very thin.)

2008-03-11 // 15:27:34
joster
Liquor smuggling across the border - is this a subtle way to tell me that the Swedish vodka I bring you just isn't good enough? Hmpf.

(Well worth not sleeping for. Well worth.)

^ indeed, indeed. now I just wait till the sun sets, to finish the glass (of course, in the morning, I only sipped a bit. just for the taste. a little bit.) (it's not smuggling - we are european - no? ;-) oh, and.. swedish? no way. so that's why you brought it in waterbottles.