A huge booty had been amassed after the looting of the provinces of Macedonia and Thrace but it seemed anecdotal to the eyes of the great Attila. Looking into the void, he remembered that magical moment spent with this magnificent woman dressed in a pale green tunic slightly shiny. Mineral and slightly buttered fragrances opened the perfume ball, then the exhalations of white flowers, infused mint and fennel closed this aromatic fireworks. He remembered the salty, slightly aniseed, perfectly balanced and divinely interminable taste that he had felt when he put his lips on his. The final overflowing with passion faded gently on the memory of a tangerine adorned with honeysuckle. The most epic wine of its appellation.