Every sip left a sharpness in my mouth. It was sour, sugary and strong — unsure if the sugar or liquor was taking effect. The drink was Brazil’s signature, a caipirinha. This time, I was drinking it in the middle of Brazil’s farm country, the state of Mato Grosso. Its countryside has a crop that rivals that of the United States and warrants the news cycle in America to cover South American weather patterns and its progress. With 13 million hecta…
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