Hapless peasant Nemorino is head over heels in love with Adina, but to no avail. He seeks out a love potion from a travelling quack, which he hopes will turn her head despite the fact that it smells suspiciously like cheap Bordeaux. He’s convinced it’s working when the village girls start to pay him some attention. Adina is mad with jealousy. Can it be that she loves him after all?