Wine means culture. On this Island that smells of orange blossom, the sun casts his rays giving life to beautiful, golden grapes. A north-east breeze in the moonlight moves the leaves and mitigates the heat. This is Magna Graecia.
The ritual of the germination, the maturation and the vinification repeats itself every year. The playful and lecherous god Pan, with his goat-like legs and horns, chases after the nymphs as, into vats, the grape juice, joyous, ferments. So comes out Odisseo, a wine that evokes ancient poems and recites them, with irresistible charm, into a cup.