Ekaterina & Artur
Wedding · Chateau Artwine · 50 guests
A late-August wedding at a Kakheti winery — one estate, three scenes: vows aimed at the Caucasus ridge, a single long table on the terrace, and an open-air dancefloor after dark.
- Format
- Wedding
- Venue
- Chateau Artwine
- Region
- Kakheti, Georgia
- Date
- August 25, 2025
- Guests
- ~50
ScopeFull organization by SENTI — concept to the last dance
The last quiet hour
The day starts slowly on purpose. The suites at the chateau gave the morning its own geography: hair and veil by the window light, the mother fastening the last pin, the welcome sign with two names already standing at the entrance. Nothing from the evening program is visible yet; the morning belongs to the family.
A ceremony aimed at the ridge
The lawn at Artwine offers a choice: face the chateau or face the mountains. We aimed the arch of white garden flowers at the ridge, so every frame of the vows holds the couple, the flowers and the Caucasus, and the guests sat looking at the same horizon. The bride's father walked her across open grass with the mountains ahead; after the vows the guests closed the aisle behind the couple in a corridor of petals.
Golden hour among the vines
While the terrace was being set, the couple took the one walk you can only take in Kakheti in August: down a working vineyard row, leaves at eye level, sun already low. Twenty minutes of the schedule reserved for two people and a photographer, planned as strictly as the ceremony itself. This is the pause that keeps the rest of the evening unhurried.
One estate, one evening, three completely different scenes — and not a single guest transfer between them.
One long table
For dinner we set a single continuous table along the chateau terrace, under the carved wooden gallery, instead of scattered rounds. Fifty people, one conversation, one line of candles and wine. The choice does more than look editorial: with everyone at one table, toasts carry without microphones and nobody spends the evening at the "far" table.
After dark
At night the estate flipped into its third register. A stage, a live band, an open-air dancefloor between the terrace tables; the aerial frame shows the whole choreography — dinner seats on two sides, the crowd in the middle, the band holding the far end. The ceremony arch got a second life as the cake backdrop, a red heart on white linen under the same white flowers. The set that opened the day closed it.
