“Love, my dear Lindi, is like sweet red wine. It hides passion within it, just like its red color. It has a specific taste, a specific texture. But, just when you think you've found the taste you like, the aftertaste comes. […] I fell in love with you! You are my red wine and I don't care about the aftertaste you will have. I won't notice it, because I am already intoxicated from the first sips!” An accident, a well-hidden truth, doubts that are tragically confirmed, and lost loves that finally find their way. And the story continues in the enchanting setting of Tuscany, in half-ruined medieval towers and vast vineyards, where the past remains forever alive. Can two souls compose one person? Can someone love absolutely and strongly two different people who seem to be extensions of each other? Or is it all just games of the mind and heart?