Apparently there is a Sonoma Winery named Enkidu Wine. This is of course confusing, since Enkidu is humanized not through wine but through beer (and sex, of course). The winery’s rational for not being a micro-brewery is unfortunately skewed.
Enkidu was told by the sacred slave: “Eat bread, oh, Enkidu! It is the fountain of life; drink the wine, it is the custom of the land.” Then Enkidu ate the bread till he was full, drank the wine, seven goblets…” http://www.ancienttexts.org/library/mesopotamian/gilgamesh/tab2.htm.
The translation “wine” is incorrect here; the lines (OB Pen II [CBS7771] col iii 96-101) read as follows:
a-ku-ul ak-lam den-ki-du10 sí-ma-at ba-la-ṭim
KAŠ (šikaram) ši-ti ši-im-ti ma-ti
i-ku-ul ak-lam den-ki-du10 a-di ši-bé-e-šu
KAŠ (šikaram) iš-ti-a-am 7 as-sà-am-mi-im
“Eat the bread, Enkidu, the thing proper to life;
Drink the beer, the custom of the land.”
Enkidu ate the bread until he was full;
He drank the beer, seven jugs!
I haven’t tried the Enkidu Wine yet. I would be more partial to the Shamhat than the Humbaba. Let’s hope that bad translation makes good wine!