WHEN THE DIABLO IS NOT THE DIABLO

Irony. That’s what hit me on my face when I first encountered the name Basi del Diablo.  Sure enough, I wasn’t alone. Sigrid tells me of people in the Philippines who shunned supporting the product because of its name. But what’s in a name? Firstly, I suppose it separates the wheat from the chaff.  Would…

Longing For Wine And A Dance Song

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had my last glass of wine.  It was last December in Manila.  Wines from Basi del Diablo were among those that I enjoyed with my family and friends.  Bringing some bottles here to Misamis Oriental though is a situation Sigrid and I haven’t resolved just yet. So, that…