Sherry is Caring

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Despite Ma’isah’s thirst, she kept walking. She knew the cure was close.

Mixed with the scent o’ stale heat & the vanilla o’ a few scattered dry herbs was a certain tangy & sour aroma. She aimed herself directly toward this.

Then, finally, on the 3rd night, her eyes caught the white twinkling o’ reflected light.

The peninsula.

But this was no ordinary peninsula: this was the one made o’ pure, fermented Sherry, imported directly from Cádiz.

She rushed for it & began splashing some in her face & began drinking it. Then, glancing round herself to ensure that the sand cats weren’t spying on her, she pulled out a bottle & began filling it, followed by ‘nother, & then ‘nother.

Thus was the beginning o’ her multibillion-riyal empire.


Nose, Saudi arabia, Sherry