Positano in a Glass: The Soul of the Amalfi Coast
From the cliffs of the Sentiero degli Dei to a sip of rare Sciascinoso rosé, discover the beauty, elegance, and flavor that define Positano
Positano: More Than a Picture-Postcard
Imagine perched on a cliffside, the sea unfolding below in tones of lapis lazuli and turquoise. The hillside spills down in layers of pastel-painted homes, gardens bursting with bougainvillea and jasmine, and terraces where lemon trees perfume the air. Positano is this and more: it is both fantasy and real life, a place where the senses are lit up by the color, scent, and song of the Amalfi Coast.
By day, Positano glitters under the Mediterranean sun. The beaches—Spiaggia Grande, Fornillo, Arienzo—call you to relax, swim, or simply bask in the warm rays. The narrow lanes are full of life: artisans handcraft sandals, linen shops spill delicate fabrics into the street, cafés offer espresso and granita, churches with tiled domes reflect the red and gold of the sun.
As evening falls and the light softens, the cliffs catch glow. The church domes glow in sunset-pink, the lanterns in alleyways flicker on, music drifts from open windows, and the sea reflects every changing hue. Positano isn’t just seen—it is felt in your heart.
Hiking in the Heavens: Sentiero degli Dei (Path of the Gods)
One of the greatest ways to fall completely in love with Positano and its surroundings is to hike the Sentiero degli Dei, or the “Path of the Gods.” Here’s why this trail matters, and what makes it unforgettable:
The route & vistas: The trail connects Bomerano (in Agerola) to Nocelle, a quiet hamlet above Positano. The walk spans about 7.8 km and takes around 3 hours when done at a comfortable pace.
Terrain & difficulty: It’s generally moderate. The descent from Agerola to Nocelle means you’re often looking outwards toward sweeping cliffs, deep valleys, and the sea far below. It’s not a purely flat stroll—there are rocky patches, steeper sections, and narrow paths. Open sky, exposure, and the sometimes precipitous drops demand focus (and good footwear).
What you see & discover: Crests of Lattari Mountains, bursts of Mediterranean scrub and wildflowers, glimpses of Capri across the water, villages perched impossibly on cliffs, and views that stretch until your heart and eyes ache with beauty. Sometimes, you’ll walk past shepherds, little vineyards or olive groves, and you’ll feel high above the world.
End & return: The trail finishes in Nocelle. From there, you can take in Positano by descending (about 1,500 steps) toward the sea or catch a local bus. The journey down offers a new perspective—often quieter, reflective, and filled with smaller surprises like hidden terraces, gardens, and unexpected views.
Hiking the Path of the Gods is a way to physically and spiritually rise above the bustle, to see Positano from angles most tourists don’t, to taste in your lungs the sea breeze and sun-warmed rock.
From Trail to Toast: When Positano Meets Rosé
After a morning on the trail, under skies dyed coral and blue, after the scent of thyme and salt, you want something to match the purity of that moment. That’s where Cantine Apicella’s Rosé Wine enters the scene. It’s not just a drink—it’s a continuation of the sensory journey.
Think of standing in Nocelle, overlooking Positano and the sea shimmering far below, the air warm, the horizon wide—and in your hand a glass of this rosé. The white vinification of Piedirosso and the rare Sciascinoso grape reflects the sharp freshness of that altitude, the brightness of the coast, the calm joy of being suspended between earth, sky, and water.
The Sciascinoso grape is rare, less known beyond Campania, which makes this wine feel like a discovery—just like that secret viewpoint at halfway along the Sentiero degli Dei. It adds depth, a quiet complexity to the wine that reads like the layers of the mountains: soft herbaceous tones, mineral undercurrents, the echo of limestone and sea.
So picture this: you finish the hike, your skin warm from the sun, your heart filled with views. You sit at a little terrace in Nocelle or back down in Positano, the sound of waves below, the breeze carrying salt and lemon blossom. You pour the rosé. It glows pale pink in your hand, a perfect mirror to twilight. You inhale wild berries, citrus, herbs. You sip—silky, fresh, and soft, with that acidity that wakes you up without rushing you—and you let the finish linger. It tastes like place. Like a moment you’ll long to hold.
