Xinomavro is not a grape that bends. It tests both the grower and the drinker. At Akrathos, it’s planted high on the Athos slopes, where slate soils and cold nights force it to ripen slowly, stubbornly, until the tannins soften and the fruit finally gives in.

This isn’t the rustic Xinomavro you’ve met before. Akrathos treats it with precision — careful extraction, a year in French oak, time to breathe before release. The result is still wild at heart, but refined enough to show another side of the variety: juicy, aromatic, structured without being harsh.

It’s the mountain’s answer to Naoussa, a red that carries Xinomavro’s signature bite but speaks in a cleaner, sharper accent. Akrathos Xinomavro doesn’t ask to be liked. It asks to be respected.