The full story
Whispers of the Ancient Soil!
From the sacred grounds of Harsovo in the heart of Melnik, where vines drink deep from history and sun, comes this rare and graceful Merlot. Renowned for its Mediterranean climate, characterized by long, hot summers and mild winters, ideal for viticulture. Vineyards are situated on sandy hills enriched with limestone and volcanic soils, contributing to the unique terroir of the wine. Notably, the extinct volcano Kozhuh is nearby, influencing the local microclimate.
In the glass, it shimmers like garnet at dusk—rich and dark as the myths born on this land. Aromas of black cherry and wild plum rise gently, touched by hints of forest floor and warm spice.
The Back Story
Once, in a quiet village wrapped in the misty arms of the Balkan hills, there lived a girl named Svetlana. Her days were sown with rhyme and laughter, her nights steeped in the hush of ancient songs. The vineyard behind her childhood home hummed with the stories of those who tilled it before her — her grandmother’s hands, her father’s voice beneath the grape-heavy sky.
But time, like the wind, has its own direction.
Svetlana followed the wind westward, crossing into Germany, where streets braid like threads through cities of stone and steel. She studied, she worked, she learned new sounds — sharp consonants and efficient syllables. She marvelled at the quiet order, the clocks that kept perfect rhythm. Yet some nights, even in the warmth of a German hearth, she missed the wild pulse of her homeland — the way the dusk tasted of ripe plums, and the earth bled stories with each rain.
One autumn, longing wove its way too tightly into her chest, and she wrote a letter home. Weeks passed, and then — a crate arrived. In it, bottles wrapped in linen, labelled with names she could taste just by reading them. Melnik. Merlot. Rubin. Wines pressed from the same vines that once shaded her barefoot summers.
Svetlana opened a bottle that night. She did not pour it into a glass, not yet. She let the scent rise first — plum and pepper, soil and sun. Then she drank, not to forget where she was, but to remember where she came from.
From that night on, she began importing the wines of her homeland. Not just to sell, but to share. At each tasting, she told a story: of fog that rolls like lullabies over Thracian fields, of old women who sang to the vines, of dances spun barefoot in the dust.
She had left her village, yes. But the vineyard followed. Rooted not in soil, but in soul.
The Tale of Stone and Glass
Long ago, in a quiet workshop at the edge of the world, two bottles stood side by side on a shelf. One was Glass, smooth and clear, catching the sunlight and tossing it playfully across the room. The other was Ceramic, earthy and humble, with a soft glaze and steady weight. “Look how the world sees me,” said Glass. “I shine. I sparkle. I reveal all.” Ceramic simply smiled. “And I protect what I hold.” One day, the Maker placed a fine wine in both vessels. A journey lay ahead — across rocky roads and through changing skies. Along the way, a sudden storm rose. The wind howled, the path trembled, and Glass slipped from the cart. Shattered instantly, scattering beauty across the ground. Ceramic, though scratched and tired, remained whole. The surface dulled, but the spirit firm — the wine delivered safely: still warm, still true.
- "True strength lies not in how you shine, but in what you endure." -
Final Say
At Lewis & Svetly, we pride ourselves on offering our exclusive collection of bottles filled with exquisite red wine. Our carefully curated selection ensures that every bottle is a work of art, perfect for any occasion.
Every moment, no matter how simple or extravagant, deserves the touch of something extraordinary. And so, at Lewis & Svetly, the promise is clear: to offer not just wine, but a celebration of life in its most refined form.