Wine and olive oil tasting experience, A journey through liquid gold and earthly poetry
Some of the most profound memories are made not in grand palaces or sweeping landscapes, but in the taste of something real something crafted slowly, with hands that know the land and hearts that remember every season. In Corfu, wine and olive oil are not products. They are poetry, heritage, and soul.
This is not a tour. It is an invitation to taste the island’s memory.
With exploressa, we guide you far from the crowded shops and commercial tastings. We take you deep into the countryside, to quiet estates and olive groves where time has its own pace. Here, under the soft whisper of ancient trees and beside sunlit rows of vines, the flavors of Corfu come to life not in bottles, but in stories.
Your experience begins beneath the silver leaves of centuries old olive trees, their twisted trunks shaped by time and silence. These trees have witnessed empires rise and fall. They have survived droughts, storms, and war. And still, they bear fruit rich, golden, healing.
There is something humbling in walking through an olive grove. The light filters through in dappled patches, the scent of crushed leaves lingers in the air, and the earth beneath your feet feels warm with history. Your host may be a farmer whose family has tended these trees for generations. His hands are weathered, his voice soft, and as he cracks an olive open and hands it to you with a quiet smile, you understand: this is not just agriculture. This is devotion.
At the olive press, you witness the magic as it happens. Green and purple fruit transformed into liquid gold. Cold pressed, untouched by machines that rush, the oil here is full of soul. You are invited to taste a drop on your tongue, grassy, peppery, alive. Nothing like what you’ve known from shelves.
Bread is torn, not sliced. Tomatoes are crushed by hand. A sprinkle of sea salt. A bite. And suddenly, Corfu is not just seen or walked it is tasted. Deeply. Intimately.
Next comes the wine and oh, what stories it tells.
Corfu is not known internationally for its wines, and that is part of its charm. The vineyards here are humble and passionate, not mass-produced or polished for marketing. The grape varieties are local, ancient, sometimes forgotten by the world but never by the islanders. Kakotrygis. Petrokoritho. Skopelitiko. Their names roll off the tongue like songs whispered by grandmothers.
At a small, family run winery tucked into the hills, you’ll be greeted not with fanfare, but with warmth. Perhaps the winemaker will offer you a glass before you’ve even sat down. Perhaps his daughter will prepare a plate of local cheeses, olives, and fig jam to accompany the tasting. There is no rush. The sky is wide. The vines stretch lazily across the hillside. A dog naps in the shade.
#And then, the tasting begins.
The whites are crisp and floral, kissed with sea breeze. The reds are bold but soft, shaped by stone and sun. The rosés are full of wild herbs and summer fruit. Each sip is a conversation between land and tradition. But this is not about alcohol. It is about connection. With every glass, the winemaker shares a little more about his father who planted the first vines, about harvests under the moon, about heartbreaks and blessings. You listen. You sip. You become part of the story.
Between the olive oil and the wine, something magical happens. The lines between guest and local begin to blur. You’re no longer on a tour. You’re at a table, sharing food and laughter with people who live simply and richly. You ask questions. They answer with honesty. You toast to nothing in particular just to the sun, to the view, to the joy of being here.
And as the afternoon unfolds, shaded by vines and warmed by genuine smiles, you begin to understand the true taste of Corfu. It is not found in luxury restaurants or in glossy travel magazines. It is here in the raw, delicious honesty of the land. You may leave with a bottle or two. But more importantly, you leave with a memory that rests on your tongue and in your heart. A flavor you will chase for years.
With exploressa, this is not an excursion.
It is a love letter to simplicity.
- To food made without haste.
- To wine poured without expectation.
- To oil pressed with reverence.
- To moments that nourish the soul, not just the body.
And as the day draws to a close and the light turns golden over the vineyards, you raise one last glass, not in farewell, but in gratitude. Because now, you understand what the island tastes like. And it tastes like home!
#With exploressa, you do not merely visit Corfu.
#You are welcomed into its story.