After a spectacular dinner of wild mushrooms with eggs and soup, we were led down the street to 217 Orechov to meet Cyril Stodulka and to meet his wine. He led us downstairs into his cool, brick cellar, lined with wooden barrels and stainless steel presses. He handed each of us a glass and promptly filled it. We sipped and smiled and tried our best to keep up with the conversation. We knew we were in for trouble, however, when Cyril announced, ‘Drink faster, there are still thirty more wines to taste.’ He wasn’t joking. The night ended with lots of laughter five 1.5L plastic water bottles full of different varieties of Cyril’s wine, Klobasa by the fire, mineral water to calm the stomach, and brief spinning as our eyes closed in bed.

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