Bacchus has been watching over the bountiful Tuscan landscapes ever since antiquity. The harvest, where summer and autumn meet, is full of promise in the warm light of the late season. Under the benevolent eye of the god of the vines, the hillsides take on orange hues, a guarantee of the flavors they hold. Dangle the golden grapevines on your ears, adorn your wrists with the delicate tendrils that rise to the sky and around your neck, hang the peaches, guardians of the precious nectar to come. Les Néréides invites you to join the vineyard butterflies for a wonderful tasting.
