Dionysus, god of revelry and delight,

how your sacred drink brings forth the night.

A potion of passion, a libation true,

that stirs the senses, and sets the heart anew.

Dionysus, how you weave your spell,

as grapes from the vine become a magic to tell.

A tale of love, of life, of joy and pain,

a symphony of flavors that remain.

Dionysus, how you bring us near,

to the heart of life, where love and passion peer.

In every bottle, a story's told,

of sun-kissed fields, where grapes grow old.

Dionysus, god of wine and song,

may your sacred drink forever be our guide along.

The path of pleasure, where love and joy reside,

and in its depths, our souls forever abide.
 

- June 2024