Long before “natural wine” became a movement, Georgians were already doing it.

When we started Saperavi Brothers, one of the first things we had to reckon with was the amber ceiling and the assumption that Georgian wine begins and ends with qvevri. We understood why it existed. That story is real, it’s compelling, and it opened doors. But it was never the whole picture.

Georgia has long been a country where wine is woven into daily life from being poured at the table, shared on hikes, and raised in toasts at the supra. But for a long time, the public face of that tradition has been male. That is changing.