For thirty-five years, my husband shared with me the same drink every night. Years later, I took the bottle barraka chfara to analyze and the result left me completely surprised…

It was a way to share with me a special moment every night.

Since then, when nine o’clock, I sometimes put two glasses back on the table.

One contains my usual preparation.

The other, the bitter fruit juice that Victor enjoyed so much.

I raise my glass to the empty chair and say,

“A glass for another day and for the thirty-five years we shared.