Cannonau di Sardegna

Cannonau di Sardegna.

She watches you from across the room, eyes impossibly large, lips stained the color of ripe cherries. A Sardinian goddess, adorned in Oliena’s most sacred festival garb—black lace veils, coral beads, gold filigree—an untamed beauty preserved in pigment, immortalized in fabric.

You take a sip. The first taste is dark cherries and pomegranate, a whisper of mirto berries, a flirtation of spice. Then, the weight of history settles in—a full, round mouthfeel, as if each sip carries the echoes of a thousand harvests.

It’s the wine of poets and rebels, of shepherds watching the sun dip below the craggy cliffs of Sardinia. The kind of wine that makes you want to linger a little longer, loosen your collar, tell a story that has no end.

20,000 bottles handcrafted. No two exactly alike.

Iolei Cannonau di Sardegna. For those who understand that tradition is not something you simply wear, but something you taste.