The story of Triaca

I can’t properly remember the first time nor even the first place that I bumped into Santi. I feel that it was in Falset during a Vi de Vila tasting was where we first met followed by breakfast at the Kabbalah Cafe in Falset–the name which of has nothing to do with Madonna’s wonky adopted religion. “I feel like I’ve seen you around Priorat before.” he said to which I replied, “Most likely as I live in Porrera.” “But I’m from Porrera and I’ve not seen you.” “Well, I live […]