Delicate dewdrops glisten on the quebranta grapes
The idle afternoon conveys a dry coastal heat
Informally all sing n' joke while having spiked sips
Let's begin, the frenzied stomping' of bare nimble feet
Lingering dewdrops on the side of the puntaya
The unfermented juice now in need of a Sabbath
A continuous process that will require one full week
Then marvelously distilled. Loud Salud! To Your Health!
Myriad dewdrops on the beautiful copper basin
Accordingly, the high-proof spirit richly descends
With subtly sweet flavor and transparency color
One bottle of pisco, filled glasses, midst worthy friends
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