A vivid and intimate portrait of the myth Bacchus, the 25-year-old, in a dimly lit cellar suffused with a warm, glow phosphorescent. His messy black hair falls on his broad shoulders, framing a full round face with red cheeks, he deep black eyes that shine with a hint of smile and fancy the red cheeks reddened by drunkenness and smiles smirkly while holding a finely worked golden cup to his mouth, savoring the rich bouquet of a new wine. His physique is athletic but with a well evident swollen belly, the muscles of the chest and arms are subtly visible under the adhesion of a tunic of fine and shiny silk. The tunic is adorned with meticulously woven motifs that shine in the soft light, echoing the luxury of the surrounding environment. The cellar itself is a celebration of nature and indulgence, with wreaths of ivy and jasmine wrapping the arched stone walls, permeating the space with an air of ancient reverence and festivity. The atmosphere is charged with the sweet aroma of fermentation, and the close-up on the drunken face of Bacchus from the deep bright colours of the grapes to the lush green of the foliage-highlights the intricate details of the scene.

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