You’re probably familiar with the story of Icarus, the son who failed to heed his father’s warnings, flew too close to the sun, and fell into the sea as his wax-and-paper wings melted away. Where his story ends, our story begins.
According to myth, Icarus landed in the waters off the shores of Ikaria – the same Aegean Island where our family has been making wines for hundreds of years.
At Melted Wings Winery, we delight in sharing our passion and tradition.
Aside from replacing our feet with a modern wine press (you’re welcome!), we’re still making wine the same way.
From all of us at Melted Wings Winery, we want to say “thank you” or “ευχαριστώ” [ef-kha-ree-STOH] for your support and patronage!
