The titular god of wine presents his aunt Vesta with his newly devised ambrosia wine. The wine has quite an effect on both the goddess of the hearth and her priestesses, the vestal virgins.
Delwen Jones, a pioneering female constable in early-Sixties Birmingham, finds herself assailed by literally ravishing erotic visions of past lives while on an undercover assignment. Worse yet, the visions all seem to feature prior versions of the very criminal she's pursuing in 1961.
My own story dating back to 2004. I have re-written it and reversed the gender in the two characters. Took me some time. On reading back, I was quite pleased with the way the original tale worked from a female POV