Fockink Sixto ! This could have been a really fantastic one and it is half way there.
The thing is, my good friend Sixto had promised me this bottle of gin some tens years ago. Sixto had a damn good grub-house in Estafeta street which was called, funnily enough, "Sixto" and where you could grub really well.
There was always a digestive drink or two after the meal and usually one or more gin-tonics would be imbibed and one day the subject of the legendary gin that was to be had when Sixto was a lad in Pamplona. We don't know if he was fat or not back then. Anyhow, he mentioned that he still had some of the famed bottles in his store-room. And that he would let me have a bottle.
Well, can you believe it ! It finally comes into my hands on the 6th of July and just minutes before the "Txupinazo" rocket goes off to start the fiestas. Fockink Sixto ! This is sure going to take off !
Filthy, filled with alcohol, in a grub-house in Estafeta street, dressed in the mandatory red white and black and called Fockink, which is like saying that you are fucked in Esperanto or that you are getting screwed… what Sixto really gave me was a crystal ball where you can read our immediate future. Fockink Sixto !
* Thanks a lot, Sixto.
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