Speaking of gifts, my cousin guaranteed me a few evenings of bliss by presenting me with two bottles of feni.
An ode to the brew is long overdue, however, under its influence, one never fails to hear the waves and a mando.
The amazing thing is that the Gen-X Goans, those who have grown up in Goa, stop short of abhorring the brew as a social drink of choice. Reason? They grew up with it as a medicine and hence, the taste always reminds them of the antidote to a tummy ache. One man’s medicine, another man’s poison.
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