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Rudi on the Rhine
Rudi is celebrating his tenth anniversary this year.
Well then, cheers to the jubilarian!
Rudi, you seem to receive nothing but praise, you fine Gewürztraminer, you!
And then I come along and spoil your party.
I'm sorry, my boy, but this time I'll have to give up the thirteenth fairy.
I'm not sure if your creator, Antonio Alessandria, knows his way around the Rhine.
But the way he serves up this unmistakable wine note suggests that Rüdesheim in the Rheingau has hosted him before.
Dear Rudi, then I'll order us a good drop!
Zisch!
Please excuse me if I can't stop swaying, but it's customary here in the Rheingau.
"I had something to drink
It must have been a strange wine
Because I passed out
And down by the Rhine I had to go small"
Boy, I hope I don't get kidney stones in Nierstein on the left bank of the Rhine from this!
What on earth is being served here?
This wine note with the "dried fruit" exactly reproduces the smells of a wine tavern in my area.
From the fruity, sour barrels to the fallen wine glasses or guests at the table.
Because as soon as the spilt grape juice starts to dry, it becomes thicker, stickier, stickier.
I tell you, you don't want to run your hand over it!
I see the birthday girl likes to wear leather.
But exactly the kind of rough leather jacket that makes you look like a rascal.
Well, if a proper pub brawl was imminent, the ruddy girl would know how to defend herself.
But why can't the obligatory saffron be missing here? And immortelle to boot?
Well, how can I put it...
So, dear Rudi, if some of the Gewürztraminer ends up on your leather jacket during the frenzy of the party and saffron and immortelle toast each other, then you should get some fresh air very quickly or head straight for the toilet.
At least it turned my stomach!
This sweet, sticky note with the charm of sticking plaster and nicely spiced with curry is not only bad for the leather.
Somehow a number of digestive juices are presented to me in a medically correct way.
But, but, who's going to go limp here? Come on, one more and then off to the washroom!
This delightfully old-fashioned rose soap is waiting there to make your skin smell flowery again.
Ah, rose and saffron, what a legend.
Because it says that you should never - and I mean never - blaspheme about it.
Otherwise, yes, otherwise, Caroline Reiber in the flesh would appear to you in your sleep from distant Bavaria.
And then you'd be swaying in three-four time until the end of time!
Oh, you know what Rudi?
I continue to enjoy your tenth birthday.
Let yourself be duly celebrated and praised, you seem to deserve it.
In the meantime, I volunteer to be booked at the local police station to sober up.
Salute!
Well then, cheers to the jubilarian!
Rudi, you seem to receive nothing but praise, you fine Gewürztraminer, you!
And then I come along and spoil your party.
I'm sorry, my boy, but this time I'll have to give up the thirteenth fairy.
I'm not sure if your creator, Antonio Alessandria, knows his way around the Rhine.
But the way he serves up this unmistakable wine note suggests that Rüdesheim in the Rheingau has hosted him before.
Dear Rudi, then I'll order us a good drop!
Zisch!
Please excuse me if I can't stop swaying, but it's customary here in the Rheingau.
"I had something to drink
It must have been a strange wine
Because I passed out
And down by the Rhine I had to go small"
Boy, I hope I don't get kidney stones in Nierstein on the left bank of the Rhine from this!
What on earth is being served here?
This wine note with the "dried fruit" exactly reproduces the smells of a wine tavern in my area.
From the fruity, sour barrels to the fallen wine glasses or guests at the table.
Because as soon as the spilt grape juice starts to dry, it becomes thicker, stickier, stickier.
I tell you, you don't want to run your hand over it!
I see the birthday girl likes to wear leather.
But exactly the kind of rough leather jacket that makes you look like a rascal.
Well, if a proper pub brawl was imminent, the ruddy girl would know how to defend herself.
But why can't the obligatory saffron be missing here? And immortelle to boot?
Well, how can I put it...
So, dear Rudi, if some of the Gewürztraminer ends up on your leather jacket during the frenzy of the party and saffron and immortelle toast each other, then you should get some fresh air very quickly or head straight for the toilet.
At least it turned my stomach!
This sweet, sticky note with the charm of sticking plaster and nicely spiced with curry is not only bad for the leather.
Somehow a number of digestive juices are presented to me in a medically correct way.
But, but, who's going to go limp here? Come on, one more and then off to the washroom!
This delightfully old-fashioned rose soap is waiting there to make your skin smell flowery again.
Ah, rose and saffron, what a legend.
Because it says that you should never - and I mean never - blaspheme about it.
Otherwise, yes, otherwise, Caroline Reiber in the flesh would appear to you in your sleep from distant Bavaria.
And then you'd be swaying in three-four time until the end of time!
Oh, you know what Rudi?
I continue to enjoy your tenth birthday.
Let yourself be duly celebrated and praised, you seem to deserve it.
In the meantime, I volunteer to be booked at the local police station to sober up.
Salute!
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