Ambrosia was founded to honor Georgian Winemaking through a modern lens, crafting high-quality wines exclusively from historically significant local varieties.
They came from different corners of the world: one Italian, one French, one Greek-American; each with her own story, but united by a shared vision. They all moved to Georgia to explore the world of winemaking, observe what was great and what could have been improved, and then started building their own vision.
Creating the wine was not a quick and simple journey. After finding the right grapes, the right equipment and most importantly the right team, they were able to start a high-quality production. But then came the complex question of identity. What could possibly represent this work? Not just the wine, but the women behind it? They needed something that felt feminine, but not ornamental. Something rooted in tradition, but untethered by it. Something original, even provocative, but still reverent to the deep cultural soil that Georgia has.
Sketches were made. Ideas rose and fell. None of it felt right. It wasn’t enough to design something beautiful… it had to feel like truth.
In the archaeological site of Dzalisi, nestled near the ancient capital of Mtskheta, they found it — or perhaps, it found them. What was once a Roman noble’s villa had been unearthed piece by piece: marble columns, thermal baths, subterranean heating, and then, like a hidden song breaking through stone, the mosaic.
Cracked and faded by centuries of silence, it nonetheless radiated a timeless energy. At its center, a banquet scene: Dionysus, god of wine and ecstasy, reclining beside Ariadne, a woman transformed into a goddess after choosing freedom over abandonment. Around them danced the symbols of pleasure, power, and transcendence — music, nature, the divine.
And there it was — their label.
What the mosaic suggested, they translated. Using AI as their brush, they reimagined the ancient stonework into something reborn. The outlines were softened, the figures refined, the details illuminated without being erased. It was not about imitation — it was about resurrection.
Then came the final gesture: placing it within the silhouette of Georgia itself. A shape both geographical and symbolic.
Today, that label graces every bottle of Ambrosia. It doesn’t explain — it invites. A piece of Roman-Byzantine mosaic, reawakened and framed in the soil of Georgia, telling the story of gods and goddesses, of transformation and feast, of beauty unearthed and given new breath..
This is Ambrosia. Not just the food of the gods — but the wine of women who dared to follow their vision.