The small bottle of amontillado

...would not be nearly as impressive a title for a short story.  But here is the sapodilla king ( I wrote sapid, but autocorrect is psychically deriving tasting notes from my subconscious) of old Spanish things ( a wide category of pleasures).  Sapodilla indeed.  Brown, exceeding brown, aged more than its years, all dried fruits pressed together under a ton of cracked old leather to squeeze out the one oily drop left after years in the sun.  Warmth, tawn, umber.