The Bacchus

Some say that he started the tradition of planting vineyards near Tarnów. He learnt all the secrets of wine cultivation, which is why his grapes were exceptionally tasty. He wanted to share this with others as well. He packed his basket, got on his bike and set off for Tarnów. However, when he arrived and saw that the basket was almost empty, he got very worried. He ate some of the grapes, but others fell out of his basket. Then the Mascaron of Heat, who cannot bear to see others in sorrow, blew in the warmth, added a pinch of good fortune, and a new vineyard sprouted wherever even a single bunch of grapes fell. Want to see them? Hop on your bike and head for the enoTARNOWSKIE!