When I was a little kid, my dad used to buy me a drink called Jupik. Suddenly, many years ago it disappeared forever. Or so I thought.
Here I am, 32C°, in the middle of Chech Republic. There he is. My Holy Grail. My Vinland. My El Dorado. It's Jupik.
It's sooooooooooo goooooood🤤.
This taste takes me back, to more simpler times.
I'm happy I found it again.









