Ica is a land overflowing with grapevines and witches. The village of Cachiche, resting amid palm trees and huarango groves, is the hiding place to healers and fortune tellers, endowed with powers to ease pain, cast spells and predict the future that hides behind cards or the burning ashes of cigarettes.

There are also sorcerers exorcising evil spirits trapped in human bodies from past neglected loves; prayermen returning peace to sentiments through their prayers murmured at dusk to provide increased comfort, in a conventicle of shadows. The night is ideal to break curses from evil sorcerers.

Legend has it that the soil breeds grapevines watered with the tears shed by the "Weeping Lady" (breeding the best wine), a lost soul in sorrow that wanders around the land, drinking the thirst of wilted lands.

The murmurs of the "Weeping Lady", a lady temptress in search of a male among the dwellers of Cachiche, determined to entice them to the burning fires of hell and the cold pleasures of paradise, are still heard from behind the clumps of shrubs.

It is the good witches of Cachiche, most coveted for their beauty and kindliness, who are convoked here. Under their tutelage, we will heal ourselves from evil-doing, suffocation of love, evil eye, magical fright, physical and spiritual illnesses, only with the exciting magic spell of a celestial and terrestrial cuisine.