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\nHe said: \u201cI\u2019ve stolen it from a very bad pirate! It has been hard, but I\u2019ve done it!\u201d
\nAnd I smiled, although in my heart I felt the disappointment at coming up empty-handed once again.
\n\u201cBoy, don\u2019t worry, one day this bottle will be yours\u201d he added in a last attempt to comfort me.
\nHe was my father. He didn\u2019t assault galleons, he didn\u2019t even fight pirates and search their chests, he was just chief engineer on oil tankers and he knew the ports all over the world.
\nHe was the first one who passed down to me the love for Rum and vintage.
\nThe years went by and when I was little older than a boy, I started cultivating a strong interest in wine, which increased in the twenty years I spent working as a sommelier and a purchasing manager in the luxury hotel industry.
\nRight in the middle of this experience, my father-in-law, a well-known retired journalist, showed me his valuable Whisky collection: each bottle stood for one of his journeys and kept a meaning, a glimpse, a view, a memory.
\nAnd it\u2019s both for them and for me that I decided to set up an e- commerce for all Rum, Wine and Whisky lovers all over the world.
\nMy name is Paolo and \u2026 welcome to<\/p>\n
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