The land of brandies is rich on legends. From generation to generation ancient Tavrija people passed on the history of the strongest eruption of Kara-dag volcano, which happened in prehistoric times

There was it when the Earth was inhabited only by beasts and the leg of man did not step on it yet. At that time gods often went down from the skies to wander in the boundless forests and sometimes sent their light-winged servants-angels for fruit and nectar. The Earth was warm and flowering. Blown with easy wind the boundless forests made noise with foliage of age-old trees and enormous many-headed animals fed on a juicy green grass.

But once infuriated with an earthly idyll underground gods sent down an icy whirlwind to the sun. And it went out, as a flame, inundated with a thundershower. A cold and darkness concealed earth. Green meadows and branchy trees were completely covered with ice and snow. Hungry and frozen beasts perished day after day.

The Earth endured long. But the earthly giant of Kara-dag rose in a revolt once, and erupted streams of hot lava. 12 days and 12 nights they flowed down on his slopes, warming the frozen earth.

And the gods of skies sent on earth angels with gold amphoraes. Angels began to ladle Kara dag lava, and to warm the Sun. A going out star was inflamed again. And ices thawed, meadows effloresced and all forest and fields stretched to the sky again.

Majestic Kara-dag calmed down and lava hardened. And in memory of unity of the mountain and the sun a vine grew on his slopes. Many centuries after people appeared on these lands. By years they served to the grape-vines having absorbed in itself the sun and the fire of the earth. Tilling the rich earth people reared delightful benefits. And then began to make out a drink of them similar to warming earth lava. Name to this drink is brandy. In gratitude for its rescue the sun sanctified it and now twinkles in every its drop, warming people.

Saving an ancient consuetude angels still go down on Koktebel land with gold amphoraes, taking away the share of sparkling brandy nectar to the sky. Because exactly it many millenniums does not give to go out a bright sun of Koktebel.