I will record my tasting comments on the wines I drink and any wine-related news that catches my attention.

How I enjoyed that weekend in Valle de Bravo with my friends. I didn’t take off my bathing suit for two days, I slept in it. I didn’t count them, but there were surely more than 100 spicy mangos that preceded the 8 manchego cheese quesadillas on Christmas Eve and that, of course, gave rise to about 20 Frinuís (who invented them? What a mother!) combined with quite a few swarms of chocolate of all shades. Of course, all this was sprinkled with about five? bottles of Whispering Angel. A tremendous fan that served as a prelude to the most profound dissertations on a phrase, one in particular, by Pablo Alborán, which we listened to attentively, and an insistent but fruitless attempt to imitate the choreography of that song by Karol G that my friend’s daughter loves.