Every sip of this vodka tells a piece of that modern myth – a free, hedonistic, and refined spirit. An invitation to rise. Or to let go.
The hidden child of Adonis, raised far from divine palaces, she was given no rules, no limits. She grew up free, curious, drawn to earthly pleasures and intense sensations. Her beauty unsettles. Her spirit burns. Veenus seeks no approval, no legitimacy – she carves her own path, somewhere between mystery and boldness.
She’s not everywhere – and never where you’d expect.
You find her in the flicker of a candle, the rhythm of a late-night track, the touch of cold glass against warm lips.
Veenus isn’t just a vodka. It’s a presence. It stays with you.
