This is Assyrtiko far from Santorini, yet just as uncompromising. Grown on the slate soils of Halkidiki’s high slopes, at the edge of Mount Athos, these vines are battered by sea winds by day and mountain breezes by night. Altitude gives them precision, the slate gives them minerality, and the winery’s low-yield obsession gives them power.

Akrathos doesn’t dress its Assyrtiko in oak or distractions. Stainless steel, time on lees, and nothing else. The result is a white that feels chiselled from the mountain itself: sharp, saline, and alive. It’s proof that Assyrtiko is not bound to one island’s story. In Halkidiki it finds a new accent — still fierce, still bright, but with a mountain edge that demands attention.