@ from @ - Have you ever seen a lock of a girl's hair so perfect and innocent that is falling over her eye and cheek so playfully but yet again very steady. Now imagine her look thru that lock. Imagine strenght with tenderness. Imagine tradition and family. Imagine love and seduction. Now conceive that all that can be found in a single sip. Sip of a nectar made by womens' hands. Not one but three. Each different then the other but so similar that you could mix them if you don't pay attention.
Now imagine a vineyard remembering the tradition of South Serbia. Find that old stories about fairies deep in your childhood memories. They live in an oak deep on grassy plain in the middle of old forrest. Try to imagine them pouring you that perfect nectar in a glass. And now imagine golden dust, golden like that lock from the beginning, and faries are putting it over that nectar. That is Bonaca Gold, magic captured in a bottle with a golden fairy dust.
Text by Ivan Agbaba