#svetly

[finligz]

I decided to draw all cities of Kaliningrad region, sooo…. Here you go :))

Meet Svetly (Zimmerbude in the past), friends call him Horst. He’s one of the youngest siblings, he’s only 382 y/o ^-^ He likes fish and fishing. He’s just a TINY bit tired all the time, it’s fine though ahahah

[meticulousmidgets]

CD: Ясный-Svetly - ПЕСНИ

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Tako ponekad, eto, setim se

Pomislim – možda prošlost sveti se?

Uglavnom dođe mi da pobegnem i ostavim sve zauvek...

Ali kad krenem da se pakujem

U kofer slučajno te spakujem

Kud god da krenem, ideš sa mnom, ti me nikad nisi pitala...

Da l' smeš da ideš, da l' mi trebaš?

Ja kad te trebam ti me nemaš

A ja te nemam samo onda, samo onda kada trebaš mi.

Pogled s terase nije privlačan

I dan je više nego običan

Po��elim opet da te zovеm, neću, ali čekam, javi se...

I onda žmurim, lеpo vidim sve

Slušam te kako dišeš, smejem se

esvemirna noć i miris tvoje kose na mom jastuku...

Negde visoko iznad neba

Letimo dobar san nam treba

I neću da te spustim, ne treba mi više tlo pod nogama...

Dok nebo menja boje ja se ne brinem za to...

Hrabar sam i umoran, korak mi je spor...

Kroz maglu kad se spusti mrak, ja poznajem tvoj dah...

Preko vode krišom svetli znak, k'o nagrada za strah.

Možeš da zaspiš kad god poželiš

I u snu pričaš sve što pomisliš

Roletne spuštene su spas za nas jer teraju dan s prozora...

Sat kuca, ali vreme stalo je

Koliko god da prođe – malo je

Telefon ćuti ceo dan, niko nam strvarno nije potreban...

Zar stvarno moram da se probudim?

Sanjam jer neću da te izgubim

Budim se slomljen kao vrba posle talasa i vetrova.

Kad padne noć nebo se otvara

Hiljadu zvezda mene posmatra

Kroz suze gledam, ali ne dam da mi vide oči, krijem se...

Nebo je isto kud god pobegneš

Mesec je jedan, ali svuda je

I svetli isto iznad krova, iznad groba, nikad ne bira...

Kad nebo počne da se porađa

Krvari iz tog crnog predgrađa

Dođi na Dunav da me tražiš, negde mora da me izbaci...

Dok nebo menja boje ja se ne brinem za to...

Hrabar sam i umoran, korak mi je spor...

Kroz maglu kad se spusti mrak, ja poznajem tvoj dah...

Preko vode, krišom svetli znak, k'o nagrada za strah..

.

Nikola Vranjkovic - Nagrada za strah

[mishkakagehishka]

Korka ne serem. Brat mi je prošle godine dobio sa zlatibora rakiju od maline u flaši u obliku kurca. Providna i staklena sa malim zlatnim tekstom "Zlatibor". Stoji nam na kuhinjskom prozoru već mesecima. Postao je skoro pa član porodice sada. Sija i svetli na suncu sad kad sam ga izribao.

Ribao si kurac, kažeš?📸🤨

Ne al svaka čast na radu i svemu. Vidila sam tako tipa suvenire bočice alkohola u . Zanimljivim oblicima. I moram reć, aj, fora je imat haha

[nagnamstajl]

GRAD

Gola tela

Grad svetli

svetice i sveci

Ceo život u vatri

A niste se opekli

Grad osvetli

Sećanja i svesti

Mrak zapeti

Kao puška preti

A mi smo prokleti

Gradski likovi

Vrati me u grad dok sam bio mlad

Da osetim šta sam osećao tad

Gole misli

Grad te plaši

Ostaje samo

Zvezdana tuga

I prašina

I komad tebe

u flaši

Nikad više nisu isti

Grešnice i grešne misli

Nemoguće je otići

Gradska svetla svetle

Isto kao ti

I ja sam

isto kao ti

Odavno otišao daleko

A zauvek ostao

tamo neko.

[maisondesbieres]

Nouveautés 23 Mai

Venez vous hydrater avec cette belle température en plus nous avons des parcs et attractions le fun :

Emporium Microbrasserie

- Gallica: Svetly 10 d'une clarté cristaline. Des notes de céréales viennent agrémenter la grande buvabilité du produit. Bref, une pilsner bien sèche et craquante comme on les aime.

- Gravita Zero (NEIPA): Son apparence est d'un orange pâle et une mousse dense et blanche. Au nez, on retrouve des notes fruitées ainsi qu'un côté « dank » qu'on retrouve habituellement dans les houblons néo-zélandais. En bouche, c'est le melon miel, le pamplemousse et le fruit de la passion qui sortent du lot. Elle a une finale sèche et une amertume bien équilibrée.

Houblons: Citra et Nectaron

- Frullato: Bière sûre aux framboises, mûres et à la goyave. (Contient du lactose)

Robe d'un rose vif tirant vers le rouge avec une mousse rose tenace. Texture soyeuse rappelant un bon verre de jus, le tout accompagné d'une légère acidité.

Microbrasserie St-Pancrace

- Saison des cidres

Bière sèche utilisant plusieurs céréales différentes (orge, blé, seigle), ajoutée de beaucoup de jus de pomme fraîchement pressé et fermentée avec un mélange de plusieurs levures et bactéries sauvages.

Beau's All Natural Brewing Co.

- Refresher

Bière fruitée framboise et ananas

[jedna-mala-pjegava-plava]

Svetli svetlo kroz roletne

tanke zute notne linije

ja po njima pisem pesmu

a ti skini je

Onda potonem u sebe

tamo dole sretnem tebe

pa se slike k'o komadi

ostrog stakla

zariju u dlan

04.01.2023.

[zanimljivaekonomija]

UGOSTITELJSKO-TURISTIČKA ŠKOLA BEOGRAD OBELEŽILA SVOJ DAN

Ugostiteljsko turistička škola Beograd danas je na prigodnoj svečanosti obeležila svoj dan - 14. decembar. Na svečanosti, održanoj u školskoj radionici hotelu Palas, okupile su se brojne zvanice - iz ministarstava, lokalnih samouprava, kolege iz drugih srednjoškolskih i visokoškolskih ustanova ove struke, kao i bivši i sadašnji nastavnici i učenici škole. Oni su bili u prilici da vide i prigodan i sadržajan program koji je podsetio na istorijat škole i okolnosti u kojima je ona radila. Ugostiteljsko turistička škola osnovana je 1938. godine i ovom prilikom je obeležila 85 godina postojanja i uspešnog rada, a ove godine obeležena su još dva važna jubileja -100 godina od otvaranja hotela “Palas“ i 65 godina od kako je hotel postao školska radionica.

„Naš kolektiv je jedinstven i predstavlja jedinstven spoj obrazovanja i privrede“, rekao je Igor Gvozden, direktor Ugostiteljsko-turističke škole. „Imamo oko 1.200 učenika i preko 200 zaposlenih. U ovoj godini, zajedno sa vama, obeležavamo i proslavljamo velike jubileje - 100 godina od početka rada hotela Palas, 85 godina od osnivanja škole i 65 godina od kada predstavljamo jedinstvenu celinu. To jedinstveno je pravi i svetli primer srednjeg stručnog obrazovanja u sistemu obrazovanja Republike Srbije i ne sme da ostane jedino. Znanje koje mi ovde gajimo i negujemo moramo da raširimo na čitav region da bi zajedno bili jači i bolji“, istakao je direktor Gvozden pozdravljajući goste iz Republike Srpske i Severne Makedonije - Borisa Spasojevića, direktora Ugostiteljsko turističke škole iz Banjaluke, dekanku Fakulteta za turizam i logistiku iz Skoplja Tatjanu Boškov i zamenika direktora Ugostiteljsko turističke škole “Lazar Tanev“ Nikolu Šabovskog.

Direktor Ugostiteljsko-turističke škole Igor Gvozden je takođe istakao da je ponosan na sve generacije koje su gradile i izgradile školu i koje su nam, kako je dodao, „ostavile u amanet dobre temelje, znanje, veštine i čarobnu formulu koja je vrlo jednostavna - pružajući kvalitet ugostiteljsko turističke usluge mi i dan-danas, idući njihovim stopama, pružamo najbolje stručno obrazovanje i, obrnuto – dobrim obrazovanjem naši nastavnici i učenici pružaju najkvalitetniju uslugu našim gostima“. Gvozden je naglasio da su u školi spremni i za buduće izazove, te najavio da će škola dobiti još jednu zgradu pa će i zvanično postati trening centar i model ustanove za obrazovanje u ovoj struci“.

Prisutnima su se na svečanosti obratili i Miloš Blagojević, pomoćnik ministra prosvete, nauke i tehnološkog razvoja i doc. dr Marija Zdravković, direktorka KBC Bežansijska kosa. Na kraju svečanosti uručene su zahvalnice i pehari učenicima škole i njihovim mentorima za uspehe na takmičenjima – GATUS-u 2023 i Zboru ugostiteljsko turističkih radnika.

[crescentcampbell]

Royal Ravka University, Chapter Three: Alina Starkov

Three

Alina Starkov

She turned eighteen in June. She'd gotten herself a sad, little cupcake and spent the day working on a painting the headmaster had commissioned from her of the school's founder. Mal had been away at football camp. He sent her Irises, a card, and a locket with a picture of the two of them in it. She wore it around her neck. Always.

Her guidance counselor had set it up for her to visit colleges during the summer so she didn't have to go back to the orphanage. Royal Ravka University hadn't been her first pick. It was too posh, and too close to Morozova territory. Mal was always warning her to stay away from them.

Although that didn't mean she'd never crossed paths with the family. Once, when Mal had been at an away game, a tall man, with jet black hair, and grey eyes had come to the school to speak to their business class. He had introduced himself as Aleksander Morozova, the Vice President of The Morozovoa Foundation. He kept his eyes on Alina the whole time. She remembered, because she had stared right back, her gaze unflinching.

When the class was over, she had been about to sneak out, when she heard her name called. "Miss Starkova...a word?"

She stopped and turned to look at the man. "Y-yes?" she said, meekly.

Aleksander walked forward to where she was, leaving little space between them. "Do you prefer Starkova or Starkov? I tend to use ancient Ravkaan, but I know that can seem outdated to the younger generation."

"It's Starkov on my birth certificate," she explained, "but my mother was a little ahead of her time in that thinking."

He stroked his beard. "Yes." He eyed her up and down. "Do they feed you well here? You're too skinny."

Alina turned away, embarrassed. "I...I have always been underweight. I was shadow kissed when I was young, you see."

Aleksander raised an eyebrow. "Oh? The Volcra tried to take your soul to the shadowlands before you were ready?"

She nodded. "I'm always weaker than everyone else because of it..."

He reached out, and put his hand on her head. "Then you must be blessed with good fortune by the Saints. There's not many that can say they've survived that."

"Um...thanks? I guess..." she shifted uncomfortably, aware of his intense gaze on her.

"I believe we share an acquaintance. Malyen Oretsev?"

She flinched. "Yes. He's my best friend. We were in the same orphanage together before we got our scholarships here."

"Quaint," he said, "well, Malyen, is of importance to my family. His mother worked at The Morozova Foundation and I've known young Mal since he was a babe. Tragic, her circumstances. But I appreciate anyone who looks out for her son. Morozova's take care of what is theirs."

"I...I'm just his friend," Alina said, "we're not together, or anything."

She didn't know why she felt the need to clarify this. But there was something in his tone that she didn't like.

He tilted his head to the side, reminding her of an eagle before they went after their prey. "Yes well, we take care of our 'friends' too. Should you require anything...anything at all, here's my card. I've strong reason to suspect you're the reason why he keeps his nose clean. I appreciate it."

Alina didn't even remember him taking it from his pocket. It appeared, like magic. With Aleksander Morozova in golden lettering. "Oh. Thanks."

"Anytime. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Starkov." He took her hand in his, and kissed it. It shouldn't have made her shiver or her hand tingle. But it did. He started to walk past her but when he reached the classroom doorway, he turned to look at her one, last time. "Proschay, Svetly."

Ancient Ravkaan. Alina suddenly wished she had paid more attention in that class instead of using Mal to cheat. She blinked, and Aleksander was gone.

That had only been the first meeting.

The next had come at the University, when she'd been touring colleges. She'd been at the Deans luncheon, bored, and sitting at the table in a dress that she hated, sketching to avoid conversation. Even though she should have been schmoozing with everyone. If she wanted to get into college, she should have been trying to make the professors and faculty like her. But Alina hadn't been able to bring herself to.

A shadow fell over her.

"Krug for your thoughts?" a deep, male voice asked.

Alina's heart pounded against her chest. She recognized that voice. It was hard to forget. She looked up. "Mr. Morozova."

"Please, call me Aleksander. Mr. Morozova is my grandfather." He adjusted his tie, and sat in the chair next to her. "How are you, Luchik?"

She frowned. "It's not fair."

He took a sip of the wine that he had in his hand. "What's not fair?"

"I don't know ancient Ravkaan. I have no idea what you're saying."

He grinned, his grey eyes twinkling. "Yes, and I like it that way. I want you to wonder about me as much as possible. Tell me, is there a reason you're sitting here all alone?"

Alina looked around. The professors alone at the University made more money than she would ever see in her life. They had written books, and gotten awards. Her classmates that had come on the trip with her hadn't even bothered to go to the luncheon. They'd snuck off to some famous restaurant in the city and hadn't asked her to tag along because they knew she couldn't afford it.

"There's no point in trying with these people," she said, "I know what my future holds. My academics aren't great, and art programs are extremely difficult to get into...there's no point in groveling for a place when the place is already stacked against me in the name. Royal Ravka isn't for a person like me. I'm better off at some kind of trade school."

Aleksander studied her carefully. "Why ever not? After all, you are connected in your own way. You're friends with a Morozova."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm friends with Mal Oretsev."

He took a sip of his wine. "Schematics. You know me. If you wanted to, I could get you in. As long as you weren't too precious about where you wanted to go. The world is yours, Alina. All you need do is ask and I can help you take it."

Alina couldn't help but be flustered. "That's awfully kind, Mr---Aleksander. But I want to make my own way, even if it's harder."

He snorted. "Admirable, I'll admit. Stupid, but admirable."

She seethed at him. "Are you always so impossible?"

"No, but I know a do-gooder when I see one. You practically smell of innocence. I bet you'd taste like it too. The thing is, Luchik, you will get corrupted one way or another. We live in a world where darkness takes a living form and sucks your soul before you pass onto the next realm. You might as well get whatever you can from this world before it tosses you to the fold."

"Respectfully, Mr. Morozova, I like to believe that we can embrace whatever light we can get before the Volcra come."

Aleksander scratched his chin, then chuckled wryly. "How young and naïve you are..."

"And how old and bitter you are," she returned coldly.

He was looking at her again in that heated way of his. The same way he'd stared at her that first time they'd met at the school. Although he hadn't been nearly so bold. He got his face dangerously close to hers. Alina's whole body stiffened. "You know I think you like me old and bitter..." a smug look crossed his face.

Alina was aware that the golden dress she'd gotten was too everything at the moment. Too sequined, too short, too much. She found herself clenching her thighs together. Because it was definitely the dress, and not the older man who smelled of spicey cologne, cigarettes, and a sweet wine that left her licking her lips. "I don't know that I like you at all."

Her heart pounded against her chest. That was the biggest, fucking lie she'd ever told.

He reached out and stroked her cheek. Something zapped her skin. Alina jumped. It was golden. She saw it out of the corner of her eye. "What was that?"

He frowned. "Dry air. Static electricity." Then he looked at her again, a bemused smile on his face. "Sparks flying. Perhaps we're soulmates. Should we find out, Miss Starkov?"

"You...were..."

"Come with me."

He took her hand in his and pulled her out of the dining room where the luncheon was being served. There was an empty lecture hall nearby. He closed the door behind them. He pulled her close and smelled her neck. "Fuck.... you smell.... divine. What perfume is it you wear?"

Alina was lost in a haze of cologne, old cigarette smoke, and truly terrible ideas. "Iris. They're my favorite flower. Mal got it for me for Yule one year."

Aleksander growled. "Fucking lust potion, it might as well be." He stroked her arm lightly, his grey eyes locking with her brown. She trembled at his touch. Oh. The things they were going to do.

"I believe you just had a birthday then, didn't you?" he said.

Alina nodded wordlessly. His face was the kind of handsome that got put on magazines, that made other people want to know how they could be like him. Yet he was looking at her like a desperate man. She'd never experienced that before. Mostly, she was ignored. No one wanted anything to do with the Little Orphan Nobody.

"Yes," she told him.

"You want this?" he asked as he locked gazes with her. "Say the word..."

She couldn't speak. But she knew if she could, she would only say, "Yes."

Aleksander grinned. "Strip."

She took off her dress. She was aware she was in a plain, white bra, and had white panties with a decorative rose on the top in satin. He looked at her as if she were desire made flesh that he intended to devour. His grey eyes darkened, looking almost black. "Oh, Luchik," he murmured, as he reached out and pulled down the straps of her bra so he could cup one of her breasts. He stroked her nipple, making her whimper at his touch. "How the darkness is going to savor you, sweet thing...."

Aleksander twisted her nipple in his thumb and forefinger, making her cry out. "Fuck!" he laughed. "Wicked little mouth."

Then, he kissed her. It was like kissing a starry, night sky. Consuming, and everywhere all at once. He picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist then carried her over to the professor's desk.

"Take off your bra," he grunted as he undid his belt, then took off his pants, and shoes, and tossed them to the side. He had already removed the rest of his clothes by the time Alina had done as ordered.

"U-u-underwear?" she asked.

He laughed. "Keep them on. I want to see how fucking wet I can make you."

She nodded. She looked at his cock. It was big. She wondered how it would fit into her. She almost asked him about a condom. But he was sucking at her breast again, swirling his tongue around her nipple, so that she could no longer think straight.

Alina had to grip the desk tightly to stay on it. Aleksander put his hand in underneath her innocent panties. He cupped her center. Her...pussy. That was what they called it, right? She'd read a few romance novels...she knew.

But she was an innocent when it came to the rest of it.

Her and Mal had fooled around some, but usually it was her, giving him a blow job. He hadn't wanted to "steal her virtue" he'd insisted. He wanted to be married the first time he had sex for real. Virginity was important to the Saints.

Alina had never much cared for Saints. They'd never done anything for her, after all. What did she care about innocence? She wanted to feel wanted. And Aleksander was willing to give her that.

He stuck a finger in between her folds. He pumped his finger inside of her, and Alina writhed on it. Then he put another. "How many can your pretty pussy take, Alina?" he asked. "Shall I try one more?"

She whined in response. He laughed wickedly and put another one in there. "Fuckkkk...." Alina cried out. She held onto Aleksander, tightly. He laughed again.

Aleksander pulled his hand out. "Aren't you full of surprises, Miss Starkov? Now.... let's see...did you get an A+?" He cupped her center. She was dripping. She knew. She could feel it. There was a wet spot on her underwear.

She turned her head, embarrassed.

He brushed back a strand of her hair. "Oh, don't be embarrassed, precious. This was exactly what I wanted. Excellent."

Slowly, he pulled her panties off of her, then pressed them to his nose and sniffed. "I'll be keeping these. Something to remember you by. I don't think I'll ever want to forget this."

He put the panties into the pockets of his slacks that were on the floor. Then he stood before her again. "Now, open those lovely thighs for me why don't you?"

Alina bit down on her lip. She did as told. Aleksander slid his cock into her. Not one of them said anything about protection. Neither wanted to ruin the moment. They only wanted to focus on each other.

Aleksander put Alina's hands onto his shoulders. She gripped them tightly, digging her nails into his skin so hard she was certain that she would leave marks on it. He gripped the desk, and rocked into her, thrusting so hard that the table shook in underneath her. Alina rolled her hips against him, and cried out, "Oh Saints! Oh Saints! Oh Saints!"

Aleksander's whole body tensed, and he called out, "Alina!"

He came inside of her. She didn't care.

They lay on the professors table of the lecture hall they were in at Ravka University. Alina enjoyed the feel of his warm body wrapped on top of hers. "Oh, my little Luchik," Aleksander said as he kissed the temple of her forehead, "you've no idea what you've wrought."

She didn't know what that meant. She had no plans of asking. "Um...I've...I've got to get back. If I don't make it back to the dorm I'm staying in by five, they'll lock me out."

"Right. We'd better make sure that doesn't happen then, hmm?" He lightly traced her naked back with his finger. She shivered. She wanted to stay there, in that lecture hall, with him, forever. But she knew that couldn't happen.

They both got dressed.

He buttoned up his shirt, but Alina grabbed his tie and did it for him before he could say anything.

She grabbed his sports coat too. "Turn around."

His lips twitched into a smile. "If I don't?"

She shrugged. "I'll steal it then."

Slowly, he turned around, and raised his arms. Alina slipped the sports coat onto him. She reached out and brushed a stray strand of his hair out of his eyes. "Why does it feel like I've known you for a thousand years, and we've only met twice?"

"Why, indeed?" he cupped her chin in his hands. "Perhaps its some of that old Ravka magic."

"Perhaps."

He kissed her on the cheek. "Until next time, Miss Starkov. A true pleasure. Wait a few moments before coming out...we wouldn't want to cause a scandal before you even get in now, would we?"

She smiled softly. "No, we wouldn't."

He left. Alina did as told, waiting precisely ten minutes until he had gone. She headed back to her dorm as if she hadn't just lost her virginity. Or made a mistake that would come back to haunt her later. Though all summer long, when she caught the scent of cigarette smoke, she clenched her thighs together and remembered...

[theonethatshouldloveherself]

moji dolazci ovde ze svode na one srećne i one koji je to trebalo da budu

baš kad su ti drugi u pitanju, skoro svake noći tokom tih boravaka, u ne tako treznom stanju, moj pogled bio je usmeren ka nepoznatoj lokaciji, ka velikom krstu na vrhu brda, koji je pritom svake noći svetleo ... da, verovatno ga je zato bilo lako uočiti

ja, kao ne tako pobožan čovek, odlučila sam da, u tim noćima, skrećem pogled sa nečeg ili nekog ko mi je stvarao nemir i uveravala sam sebe da ne svetli i da nije daleko bez razloga

i bila sam u pravu

sada sedim na terasi i sa jako male udaljenosti gledam u taj krst

sada mi je bliže, sada sija jače .. verovatno pokušava da mi dokaže da je u pravu

.. da sve dodje u svoje vreme, kao to sto ga vidim jasno tek nakon dve godine

.. da sve vredno ne prestaje da osvetljava put

.. da je nekad bolje neke stvari posmatrati iz daljine

//ovaj grad me otrezni svaki put

[sorszubjektiv]

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[ruzamalogprinca]

Napolju sam, u ovom delu dvorista je tisina, prosarana pucanjem petardi i lavezom kucica, sve svetli od lubenicastog meseca, cak i oblaci deluju lepo, paperjasto, cak mi ne zaklanjaju zvezdice, treperke, sijalke kao da su sa neke jelke. U mislima ti i mada je ostro, prijatno mi je, naravno, cigareta gori i buljim u dim ne bih li te video kako se pojavljujes iza njega...

Falis...

21:12 06.01.23.

[s-r-p]

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[mirko63]

Prijatelju moj, kuda si pošao…

Prijatelju moj, kuda si pošao…

Letnja noć, puna zrikavaca, mlad mesec raširio zrake, svetli kao da je dan. Sedim ispred kuće, uživam u divnoj noći, mislim… tužan sam, plače mi se…Moj jedini i pravi prijatelj, nije uspeo u svojoj zadnjoj borbi, preminuo je negde u Beogradu. Šta li je sa njim, kako li je, jel stigao gore, kako ga primiše, da li ga je Vesna sačekala, bože da li sam normalan… Evo, sad kad pomislim na tu noć, ovo…

[maisondesbieres]

Nouveautés 3 Mai

On vous met la table pour cette fin de semaine:

MaBrasserie

- 3 balles 2 Prise

NEIPA

- Chakwow

NEIPA au galanga

- Mandrill

Saison brett tropicale

- MoMo

IPA

- Montagnes Vertes

Pale ale américaine

- Pilz Svetly

Pilsner

Cidres Fleuri

- Colibri bio

Colibri rapide et élégant! Colibri vient de notre désir d’offrir un produit haut de gamme à un prix hors compétition. On utilise des pommes certifiées et en cours de certification afin de créer une offre entrée de gamme avec 100% de notre savoir-faire. Ajout de pommettes, élevage en cuve, grands soins à toutes les étapes de la production, en gros on fait pareil comme avec nos autres bébés…

- Jet Pommettes

Cidre ultra brut élaboré avec 50% de pommettes Dolgo au goût sauvage et 50% de McIntosch.

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