The Spirit of Pisco, from Peru to San Francisco
It’s August in Cuzco, and I’m sitting at the Museo del Pisco, at 11,000 feet in elevation, crushing stiff and frothy pisco sours alongside straight distillates....
It’s August in Cuzco, and I’m sitting at the Museo del Pisco, at 11,000 feet in elevation, crushing stiff and frothy pisco sours alongside straight distillates....