He has no strong market for his products, other than Tbilisi, which will not allow him to do much more than eek out an existence. The Russian embargo devastates his kindred, men and women who work Georgia’s soil to feed their families while dreaming of having a little more money in their pockets. To make days’ ends meet the sun’s rises, he harvests his grapes and processes them into wine as his ancestors have done for millenia, Georgia being the birthplace of wine. He shares his wine with friends, neighbors and family, along with newcomers to his homeland.
His life is a hard one.