THE CANAVESE
The wines of Cantina 366 are born after a yearextensive and meticulous research which has a specific objective:safeguard the ecosystem in which the vineyard is immersed.
From the care of the vine, to the harvest up to the processes in the cellar we try tobring out all the organoleptic characteristics given by the Canavese land.
Giovanni Battista Croce, a 16th century Milanese goldsmith, wrote that theCanavese was "the largest vineyard area in Europe".
Since then many things have changed, today is the time to recover tradition.
And the wine-growing tradition, in these parts, has only one name:the Erbaluce of Caluso.
The undisputed king of Canavese white wines, already known in the 17th century, as well as the first DOC (Controlled Designation of Origin) in 1967 and subsequent, in 2010, Controlled and Guaranteed Designation of Origin of Piedmont.
THE ERBALUCE
AND THE MYTH OF ITS ORIGIN
Over time, the nymphs of the lake, the woods and the springs found their home on the moraine hills left by the great glaciers, venerated together with the Night, the Sun, the Moon, the Winds and the Stars. Alba was one of those Goddesses, used to linger on the banks of streams. One day, thanks to the clouds, adThe Sun secretly appeared at Alba and, captivated by such beauty, immediately fell in love with it. But the meeting was difficult, because Time did not allow the Sun to appear until dawn was no longer there. It was a chase full of anxiety. And the entire celestial world suffered: the Stars, the Moon and Mother Earth herself.It was the Moon, sister of the Sun, who resolved the situation.
One day he decided not to leave the sky, but to interpose himself in the path of the Sun, so that it, hidden, could reach the Earth to meet Alba.The embrace between the two lovers took place on the highest BRIC of the hills surrounding Caluso. “It is an eclipse” said the wise men. “It was a love dream come true,” said the legend. And one day from that love a little girl was born: she had eyes the color of the sky, dewy skin and long hair shining like rays of the sun. She was kind and noble, and had a nameAlbaluce. The fame of her beauty reached far from Caluso's BRIC. And every year hunters and farmers, shepherds and fishermen came to the temple and offered her the fruits of the field, the game, the fish with glittering scales, the fresh cheese in the rush baskets. People celebrated, goods were exchanged, homage was paid to her, to the Beautiful Albaluce, who sailed on the lake led by white swans. But then one day the tribal chiefs came forward under the command of Queen Ippa.We need land to cultivate, the lake does not bear sufficient fruit. The green streams, the clear waters must give way to fields in which to sow. It is an immense job, the large canal that will allow the water to flow away is dug. Hard work, tragic work, because the water thus forced will overwhelm everything, sowing death. The Nymph Albaluce is sad when seven young people who remained faithful to the ancient rite gather around her. It's not really for Goddesses to cry. But equally a tear falls on the dried shrubs, which now cover the green banks of the past. It is the cry of the Sun and the Dawn, it is a cry that restores life.Those tears transform dry shrubs into vigorous stumps, from which long shoots rise and sweet, golden bunches of juicy white grapes hang from them. It is the gift of the Goddess to her faithful.It is the birth certificate of the ERBALUCE vine, generated by the tears of a Goddess, who has in her heart the rays of the father Sun and the tender sweetness of the Dawn, the one that rises every morning on theBRIC of Caluso.