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Christopher Columbus

Porto Santo’s Whisper 

In the heart of Atlantic’s embrace,
Where golden beaches trace their grace,
Porto Santo, your name a gentle breeze,
A symphony of sun and salt-kissed seas.

No molasses here, but purest light,
Pressed from cane that basks in day’s delight.
The juice, a secret shared by palms and waves,
A treasure found where Porto Santo’s sun engraves.

From vineyards to cliffs, your rugged charm,
A canvas painted by the sun’s warm arm.
Ouro Branco, reborn on this sacred land and harbour,
A spirit that Porto Santo’s sands command.

In taverns by the shore, glasses clink and sway,
As amber elixir dances at the end of day.
Hints of passion fruit, whispers of sea foam,
This Golden nectar—Madeira’s sister, finds its home.

So raise your glass, let laughter chime,
To Porto Santo’s legacy—a sip sublime.
White gold from the island’s heart, a toast we sing,
In every golden drop, our dreams take wing.

So raise your glass, let laughter chime,
To this elixir born of tropical clime.
White gold in amber dreams unfurled,
Rum’s magic swirls—a treasure for the world.

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