Alchemists were people with a little boy’s fantasies. As children would like to see wheels under everything stationary so that they could trundle it around, alchemists long back took to a fancy of burning or boiling down everything around them. They thought something would one day turn into either gold or the magical medicine for immortality. So when they got wine, the fermented essence of grapes, the alchemists didn’t think twice. They made the concentrate. Hmm…bitter, but they liked the … Continue reading
