Caucasus-Honey Rise
Kisi
Kisi
Kisi
Born in the high valleys of Georgia, I bring a golden sweetness to the nose while keeping things crisp on the palate. Think of me as a rising star from the East who charms without being cloying.
Born in the high valleys of Georgia, I bring a golden sweetness to the nose while keeping things crisp on the palate. Think of me as a rising star from the East who charms without being cloying.
Born in the high valleys of Georgia, I bring a golden sweetness to the nose while keeping things crisp on the palate. Think of me as a rising star from the East who charms without being cloying.
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Native White Gems
Body
Big & Bold
Tannins
Pillowy Presence
Acidity
Properly Sharp
Sugar
Savagely Dry
Why you'll like me
Why you'll like me
I'm aromatic
I'm textural
I'm balanced
People adore me because I strike the perfect balance between structure and aromatics. I possess the floral perfume of a delicate white but often carry the tannic backbone of a red. I'm complex and layered, usually fermented in clay vessels that give me a gripping texture. If you want a white wine that feels like a red wine in its soul, I'm your best friend.
People adore me because I strike the perfect balance between structure and aromatics. I possess the floral perfume of a delicate white but often carry the tannic backbone of a red. I'm complex and layered, usually fermented in clay vessels that give me a gripping texture. If you want a white wine that feels like a red wine in its soul, I'm your best friend.
People adore me because I strike the perfect balance between structure and aromatics. I possess the floral perfume of a delicate white but often carry the tannic backbone of a red. I'm complex and layered, usually fermented in clay vessels that give me a gripping texture. If you want a white wine that feels like a red wine in its soul, I'm your best friend.
Why maybe not
I'm tannic
I'm intense
I'm rare
If you only drink crystal-clear or industrially filtered wines, I might scare you. When I'm made in the traditional way, I have tannins and a deep amber hue that confuses the uninitiated. I'm not a simple poolside sipper. You need to pay attention when I'm in the glass, or I'll overwhelm your delicate palate with my intensity and grit.
If you only drink crystal-clear or industrially filtered wines, I might scare you. When I'm made in the traditional way, I have tannins and a deep amber hue that confuses the uninitiated. I'm not a simple poolside sipper. You need to pay attention when I'm in the glass, or I'll overwhelm your delicate palate with my intensity and grit.
When drinking, notice this
Amber hue
Dried apricot
Walnut grip
You will spot a beautiful amber glow when I'm poured into your glass. My nose is full of dried flowers and stone fruits like apricot. On the tongue, I have a distinct grip, almost like a walnut skin sensation. I finish with a long and savory persistence that makes you crave roasted meat or spicy vegetable dishes.
You will spot a beautiful amber glow when I'm poured into your glass. My nose is full of dried flowers and stone fruits like apricot. On the tongue, I have a distinct grip, almost like a walnut skin sensation. I finish with a long and savory persistence that makes you crave roasted meat or spicy vegetable dishes.
You will spot a beautiful amber glow when I'm poured into your glass. My nose is full of dried flowers and stone fruits like apricot. On the tongue, I have a distinct grip, almost like a walnut skin sensation. I finish with a long and savory persistence that makes you crave roasted meat or spicy vegetable dishes.
They also call me
No regional nicks
MY LIFE STORIES
Ancient Roots in Clay
Ancient Roots in Clay
Ancient Roots in Clay
I was born in the Kakheti region of eastern Georgia, a place often called the cradle of wine. While other grapes were busy conquering Europe, I stayed close to home, growing deep roots in the rich soils of the Alazani Valley. My ancestors were squeezed into clay qvevris buried underground thousands of years ago. It's a tradition I still hold dear today. I'm not just a beverage but a living artifact of history. For centuries, I was the pride of local farmers, prized for my ability to make wines that were both perfume-like and powerful. I carry the soul of the Caucasus in every drop.
I was born in the Kakheti region of eastern Georgia, a place often called the cradle of wine. While other grapes were busy conquering Europe, I stayed close to home, growing deep roots in the rich soils of the Alazani Valley. My ancestors were squeezed into clay qvevris buried underground thousands of years ago. It's a tradition I still hold dear today. I'm not just a beverage but a living artifact of history. For centuries, I was the pride of local farmers, prized for my ability to make wines that were both perfume-like and powerful. I carry the soul of the Caucasus in every drop.
The Soviet Shadow
The Soviet Shadow
The Soviet Shadow
The 20th century was a rough patch for me. The Soviet era demanded quantity over quality, and I'm a bit of a diva who produces smaller yields. Because I wouldn't pump out massive amounts of juice like a factory machine, I was nearly ripped out of existence. By the turn of the millennium, I was almost a ghost, lingering in just a few old vineyards. Everyone forgot about my elegance and focused on industrial production. It was a lonely time. I watched my cousins take over the fields while I barely held on, waiting for someone to remember that quality matters more than volume.
The 20th century was a rough patch for me. The Soviet era demanded quantity over quality, and I'm a bit of a diva who produces smaller yields. Because I wouldn't pump out massive amounts of juice like a factory machine, I was nearly ripped out of existence. By the turn of the millennium, I was almost a ghost, lingering in just a few old vineyards. Everyone forgot about my elegance and focused on industrial production. It was a lonely time. I watched my cousins take over the fields while I barely held on, waiting for someone to remember that quality matters more than volume.
The Amber Revolution
The Amber Revolution
The Amber Revolution
Luckily, the world woke up. A new generation of Georgian winemakers realized that losing me would be a tragedy. They dusted off the old qvevris and started treating me with the respect I deserve. Now, I'm leading the amber wine revolution. Sommeliers in New York and London are fighting to get their hands on my bottles. I've gone from being an endangered species to a hipster darling. It's quite the turnaround, but I try to stay humble. I just keep doing what I do best, offering that unique mix of floral perfume and tannic grit that you can't find anywhere else.
Luckily, the world woke up. A new generation of Georgian winemakers realized that losing me would be a tragedy. They dusted off the old qvevris and started treating me with the respect I deserve. Now, I'm leading the amber wine revolution. Sommeliers in New York and London are fighting to get their hands on my bottles. I've gone from being an endangered species to a hipster darling. It's quite the turnaround, but I try to stay humble. I just keep doing what I do best, offering that unique mix of floral perfume and tannic grit that you can't find anywhere else.
REGIONS I LEAD
REGIONS I HELP
WINE STYLES I LEAD
Georgian Kisi Qvevri White
Picture an apricot orchard exploding inside a clay pot buried underground. This amber elixir brings serious texture and perfume to the party, acting like a bridge between aromatic whites and light reds without apologizing for its grip.
Picture an apricot orchard exploding inside a clay pot buried underground. This amber elixir brings serious texture and perfume to the party, acting like a bridge between aromatic whites and light reds without apologizing for its grip.
Kakheti Orange Qvevri Wine
Buried underground in large clay jars, these wines soak on their skins for months, turning a deep amber hue. It is history in a glass, offering a grippy texture and wild, dried fruit flavors that defy modern conventions.
Buried underground in large clay jars, these wines soak on their skins for months, turning a deep amber hue. It is history in a glass, offering a grippy texture and wild, dried fruit flavors that defy modern conventions.
Georgian Kisi Qvevri White
Picture an apricot orchard exploding inside a clay pot buried underground. This amber elixir brings serious texture and perfume to the party, acting like a bridge between aromatic whites and light reds without apologizing for its grip.
Kakheti Orange Qvevri Wine
Buried underground in large clay jars, these wines soak on their skins for months, turning a deep amber hue. It is history in a glass, offering a grippy texture and wild, dried fruit flavors that defy modern conventions.
Georgian Qvevri Wine
Buried underground in massive clay pots, this liquid gold ferments on skins for months. The result offers a textured, gripping experience that bridges the gap between white refreshment and red wine structure perfectly.
WINE STYLES I HELP
Georgian Rkatsiteli
Imagine biting into a dried apricot while sitting inside a clay pot from 6000 BC. This isn't your average Sauvignon Blanc. It is textural, grippy, and profoundly historical, offering a wild time-travel experience in a glass.
Imagine biting into a dried apricot while sitting inside a clay pot from 6000 BC. This isn't your average Sauvignon Blanc. It is textural, grippy, and profoundly historical, offering a wild time-travel experience in a glass.
Imagine biting into a dried apricot while sitting inside a clay pot from 6000 BC. This isn't your average Sauvignon Blanc. It is textural, grippy, and profoundly historical, offering a wild time-travel experience in a glass.
Georgian Mtsvane
Mtsvane translates literally to green, which perfectly captures its vibrant spirit. This wine bursts with energy, offering a bouquet of wildflowers and stone fruit that feels like a crisp spring morning in the Caucasus mountains.
Mtsvane translates literally to green, which perfectly captures its vibrant spirit. This wine bursts with energy, offering a bouquet of wildflowers and stone fruit that feels like a crisp spring morning in the Caucasus mountains.
Mtsvane translates literally to green, which perfectly captures its vibrant spirit. This wine bursts with energy, offering a bouquet of wildflowers and stone fruit that feels like a crisp spring morning in the Caucasus mountains.
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