Oh, isn’t it just odd, how I recollect and adore and am infatuated with memories of various places. But it’s only too natural and imaginable.
A significant part of my memory of lovely Hungary — lovely because of all the wonderful, courteous, warming friends I met — is Tokaji (Tokaj in Hungarian). Actually, Tokaji (its traditional English translation being Tokay) is a family of several different sub-categories; the Tokaji that haunts my memory is in fact “Tokaji Aszú,” a kind of very sweet wine. Before my encounter with Hungary (and my amazing friends) I never liked sweet white wine, but Tokaji Aszú changed me completely. I still remember how I sipped happily this elixir in Eger and thought about my sweeter-than-can-be friend Balázs.
I didn’t search too vehemently, but so far I don’t seem to find Tokaji in Taiwan. I only found Żubrówka, that intoxicating form of Polish love. A couple of weeks ago on the way home from a business trip I saw a bottle of my Tokaji in Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi Airport — and of merely 3 Puttonyos! But the price was somewhat formidable. Relatively speaking.
So far the only substitute I found (by pure chance!) in Taiwan is a kind of Moscato. And the sweetness of a wine just keeps reminding me of how sweet those adorable friends of mine are…