Listening to a heavy metal band as a teen was my first introduction to Bacchus. I didn't really pay attention to the song lyrics but the name did pique curiosity. To be honest, piquing curiosity in me wasn't all that difficult, but it was strange how often I came across this particular name.
There are many claims as to what went on in the bacchanalias in ancient Greek and Roman times. Some believe they were simply celebrations with feasts of food and wine, while others claim deviant sexual practises. Like most things, the truth is probably far less interesting than the legend.
So it's the legends that I draw from for inspiration for the latest story, in keeping with the Halloween theme. It's less explicit than previous stories but it keeps with the spirit of finding not just sexual pleasure but also ecstasy in food, wine, music, fine fabrics.