Five years ago (2012), while in Madrid, I bought a bottle of random wine as a gift for my grandmother, back in the U.S. She declared it was the best wine she'd ever had; although, of course, she didn't remember the name or any other details about said wine. Throughout the years I'd hop from one incredible country to the next, none of which she was overly excited about. Her only concern was when I would be going back to Spain so I could bring her back that particular wine. Even during my time in Korea...
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