We took the train to Streda nad Bodrogom and walked over the river Bodrog into Viničky. The winery wasn't open so we continued on to a roadhouse to have lunch of soup and salad with a 500 ml bottle of local dry white wine, a Furmint. Then we ordered a glass of the wine that has been made in this area for centuries. It is not just any wine but a wine of kings, a wine of history, a wine extolled in literature.
If the Furmint grapes are left on the vine, instead of bursting, they grow a second skin allowing "the noble rot" to convert the high sugar fruit into brown raisins which produce a sublime sweet white wine.
It is named after this region which spans part of Hungary and Slovakia, Tokaj or Tokay.
And sublime it was.
The winery was open on our way back to the train station. We will be taking a bottle home to age in our cellar.
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