In the foothills of the Atlas Mountains lies a ruined town.

A colonnade traces the outline of the old main street, ending at a stone arch, raised in honor of some triumph long forgotten.

The old main street in the town of Volubilis

For nearly three hundred years, Volubilis, located 60 miles inland from Morocco’s Atlantic coast, marked the southwestern boundary of the Roman Empire.

Driving there from Casablanca, you can imagine how familiar the area must have felt to denizens of the Italian peninsula. The nearby Atlas Mountains temper the Moroccan climate to create a landscape reminiscent of the Tyrrhenian coast – green rolling hills, olive groves, and low-cut vineyards.

The triumphal arch with the Atlas Mountains in the distance

We pointed out the rows of vineyards – each with a rose bush growing at its head – to our local guide, Lahcen.

As a Muslim, he had never taken a drink in his life.

“Our wine in Morocco is absolutely the best,” he said.

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Forbidden Wine of the Atlas Mountains (continued)

Much like in Spain, Moroccan viticulture originated with the Phoenician invaders over 3,000 years ago and boomed during the Roman Empire. In 285 AD, local tribes took over Volubilis and the surrounding countryside of Meknès. So far out on the fringe of the Empire, the area was never retaken. Centuries of Islamic rule destroyed any remaining wine culture.

Vineyards would eventually return to Morocco with French colonials in 1912, only to be plowed over after Morocco gained independence from France in 1956.

The modern Moroccan wine industry finally regained its footing in the 1990s, when King Hassan II invited French vintners to come rebuild.

On our way out of Volubilis, Lahcen made a phone call. We struggled to eavesdrop as he spoke in his rapid-fire patois of French, Arabic, and Berber. Then he put down the phone.

“We must be discreet about our wine in this country. It is not allowed to advertise these things,” he began. “But I know a place. We will go there now...”

The finest cellar in Morocco

More on that next week...

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