Why You Need a Traditional Bota of Your Own
I first saw a bota of red wine being passed around at a dusty trailhead in the Pyrenees, and I've been hooked on the tradition ever since. There is something incredibly satisfying about the ritual of it—the way the leather feels in your hand, the slight smell of resin, and that perfect stream of liquid hitting the back of your throat without your lips ever touching the nozzle. It's a bit of a lost art, honestly. While everyone else is carrying around clunky plastic bottles or those crinkly disposable water containers, there's a small but dedicated group of people keeping the bota tradition alive, and for good reason. ...