Anyway, he was known as Bohemian and anarchist and he loved to carouse. One night at a cafe his friends blindfolded him and provided him with glass after glass of wines from the various districts of Croatia. Whether red or white, without fail and with a single sip, he could name the wine and the area that produced it. Until at last a friend filled a glass with water and gave it to him. Tin took a drink, paused, then took another. Finally he said, "This one I do not know. "
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Another alcoholic poet story. Ah well, good times. ?...
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