Mythical. Epic. This is the grape that captured my heart like Helen in the Trojan War. Xinomavro has some richness and texture to it. But what I love most is that it’s spicy–stamps down its foot and knocks you back. Black fruit, cassis, loads of black pepper and violets. Anytime I ordered Xinomavro in Greece, the waiter/server/owner always gave me that sneaky side eye like, “So…you know the good stuff eh?”.