The bottled …

… tears of Nossa Senhora de Vandoma.

Of late in these dark and cold days, a bundle of moving rags housing an old English tramp has been spotted wandering around various supermarkets around the Munich areas.
Once inside said supermarket the old tramp can be found meticulously rummaging around the aisles of alcohol. Whilst there are many types of alcohol to choose from, from many parts of the world, the old soak is after the elusive (for Munich anyway) beverages known as Vintage and Tawny Port. A sort of alco-caching instead of geo-caching.

Today’s prize was this young beast complete with a good dusting of … dust around the shoulders … a bit like m’self.
I just need to retrieve the old smoking jacket out of its bath of moth balls; purchase a Meerschaum along with an ounce or two of coarse cut Kentucky … then I’ll be set.