Epirus, a poor region, cruel, with wild beauty, gave birth to the great national benefactors, taught ethos and dignity, and gave gastronomy its wonderful pies.
The impressive mountains of the Pindos, the inaccessible pastures, the wild rivers and the tranquil lakes have shaped the manners and customs of its inhabitants for centuries. Place isolated, sparsely populated, poor, with agricultural land covering only 10% of the land, Epirus pushed most of its population into livestock breeding and cheese making. Despite all the poverty and desolation, the place radiates a melancholy beauty, unique in Greece. A beauty born of pain and deprivation, as expressed by the polyphonic songs of the place.