Swapping Háromhuta and Budapest for Sárospatak and Erdőbénye, replacing journalism with barrel washing and winemaking, and finally shaping the BMB festival for a decade. Narancsi and Palandor, like two good friends in a Závada novel, walk hand in hand down to the Bodrog to row, while the keys to the cellar are handed over from hand to hand by Polish and Dutch winelovers. The best thing is when Zsolt is there with us, but his wines also speak for themselves.