Vin Fiert is wine that has been boiled with spices and fruit. On a cold night, especially during the holidays, it adds a certain magic to the air. It’s very sweet and aromatic and you want to have glass after glass until you have diabetes.

This is kind of how a conversation about Vin Fiert goes:

You: “Hey, want to go to the square and drink Vin Fie-…”

Me: “YES.”

Bonus: it keeps your cold butt from freezing to death because it is COLD outside!

(this is kind of what you see after a few Vin Fierts)

So here is a shitty poem in honor of Vin Fiert, my new favorite winter drink.

“A Love Song to Vin Fiert” (in Villanelle form) (with slant rhyme)

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert

Shiny, sparkling lights in the square

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.

 

Admiring Claudiu’s newly grown beard

Breathing in the smell of Christmas air

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert.

 

Jesus (din Espana?) in the manger – so revered

Thankful for my extra layer of wool knitwear

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.

 

After a few Vin Fierts, my vision had cleared

I think I’ll get another one, for the good of my welfare

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert.

 

Vin Fiert is only four lei? We cheered!

Despite hypothermia, we persevere

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.

 

My glass is empty now – hmm, that’s weird

Look – a gypsy dressed up like a bear!

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.

The author enjoying her Vin Fiert