I’m very much from the village 🌾, from those places where winter ❄️ is felt to the bone and the cisco brazier becomes the best ally against the cold. For those of us who grew up in village houses, the brazier is not just an artifact, it is a tradition that brings warmth 💛 and unforgettable memories.
Nothing like remembering those winter days when, around the table stretcher, the brazier reigned under the tight skirts 🧵. The warmth given off by a good cisco brazier was trapped under the table, and there we gathered to play parcheesi 🎲, eat bread with chocolate 🍫 and share stories that we still keep in our memories 🌜.
The ritual of lighting the brazier began with the cisco or picón. Getting one’s hands dirty was part of the experience 🙌, and with a trowel the fine charcoal was arranged before lighting it 📰. The fire came to life with each puff of air, spreading the heat throughout the house 🏠. And, to perfume the atmosphere, the touch of dried orange peels 🍊 could not be missing, leaving an unmistakable aroma.
The brazier was more than a heater; it was the center of family life 💬, the place where we gathered to chat, play and share laughter. Even the socks hung on the grate to dry 🧦, and the cat 🐱 always dozed nearby, even though he ran the risk of burning his tail.
Today, the cisco brazier remains a symbol of tradition and home. Although there are new forms of heating, nothing replaces the warmth of the brazier on a winter evening. It is the warmth that remains forever in the heart ❤️, along with the memories of our grandmothers and mothers, who made sure that the fire was never lacking in the home.
