
Cachaça gave you a hint of something altogether more interesting. The white distillation of the sugarcane was not a fancy booze. Neat cachaça put fire in your belly and stilled the pangs of hunger. Caipirinhas gave you a simultaneous hit of ice’s cold, alcohol’s fire, lime’s ascorbic acid and cane sugar’s energy rush.
Robb/Brazil, 2003
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