TASTE OF IMMORTALITY
Appetite for Blodbär
Dry Wild Blueberry Wine - Dark Red, 12%
Crafted from a secret mix of wild Nordic berries, this is the wine you'd drink at a bonfire in the woods... if you weren’t already being watched. Tart, dark, foresty — with a bite that lingers.
Pairs well with rare steaks, weird poetry and good music.
Blackberry Sabbath
Dry Wild Backberry Wine - Dark rose, 12%
Born from wild northern blackberries, Blackberry Sabbath is a wine for those who like their fruit dark and their humor darker. Velvety, untamed, and just a little wicked, it hums with the energy of late nights, forbidden fires, and bad decisions worth repeating.
Wines crafted for centuries. Or at least it tastes like it.
Daniel Draculsson wines aren’t rushed. They’re slowly born under clouded moons, pressed from wild Nordic berries, and matured in silence. No unnecessary sunlight, just honest fruit, time, and cold.
Made from hand-foraged wild berries, our intervention is minimal not because it’s trendy, but because nature already knows what it’s doing, Daniel Draculsson wines balance Transylvanian midnight with Nordic winter breath.
These aren’t wines made for the spotlight, they’re crafted for candlelit dinners in forgotten corners, for haunted cabins echoing with stories and for silent toasts with people you truly like. In a world shouting with loud flavors and even louder egos, each bottle is a small rebellion against blandness, boredom, bad music, fake people, regular grape wines, and - most of all - the sun. We don’t aim for trends or applause. We aim for something darker, deeper and eternal.
Is it made only from berries? Sure!
Is it serious? Only if you are...
THE LEGEND OF DANIEL DRACULSSON
A sucker for berries since... well, nobody’s really sure.
Long ago - or last Thursday, time gets weird in the dark - Daniel Draculsson left the fog-drenched hills of Transylvania and wandered north. Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was the berries. Maybe it was something else...
He arrived in the frozen fjälls of Sweden with a taste for wild things: solitude, silence, and slow-fermented wine. No mirrors. No small talk. Just wild Nordic fruit, glacial patience, and a cellar colder than most hearts.
He didn’t set out to make wine, he set out to survive winter, but one sip led to another, and soon enough, Draculsson discovered what most don’t: grapes are overrated! But berries? Berries are forever!
WHO IS HE, REALLY?
Some say he was born under a blood moon, in a fog-covered valley where wolves lullaby the vineyards. Others claim he’s just a guy named Daniel who grew up in Transylvania, moved to the North, and found out that wild berries ferment better than folklore.
There are stories always whispered: that he only picks berries by hand, by night, that he once aged wine inside a hollowed-out glacier. That he keeps an empty chair at every tasting table, just in case someone from the old country shows up... uninvited.
But this much is clear: Daniel Draculsson doesn’t chase trends, he doesn’t chase sunlight, he chases flavor, mood and the subtle magic that happens when a berry is left alone long enough to reveal its darker side.
He believes wine should be uncompromising, a little unsettling, and deeply personal - like a well-timed secret, or a stranger who knows your name.
Is he a vampire? A forager? A branding fever dream?
Yes, all of the above. Or none...
Drink the wine. Decide for yourself.
The Gang
The Immortal - Daniel Draculsson
Founder · Winemaker
Seen rarely in daylight. Known for his quiet obsession with wild berries, and an even quieter obsession with winemaking that borders on the undead. He speaks seven languages, but only after midnight.
Favorite pairing: wine and long silences.
Wears only berry colors and apears when the fog is thickest.
Still claims to be "just Dani" if you ask nicely.
Dani puts passion in his work, loves traveling, skiing, mountain biking and knows his music.
The Sleepkeeper - Oana
Berry Dream Guardian
Oana doesn’t just manage the books - she balances the forces of chaos and calm. Each night, she visits the fermentation cellar in silence, reading stoic Nordic verse to the resting berries. Her voice slows their pulse, deepens their slumber, and guides them gently toward a richer, more complex afterlife.
Her lullabies are unnervingly effective.
"Books and barrels - both need patience. Fermentation, too.
