Basilicata, defining it as "Italy’s best-kept secret".

Eubea, takes its name from the great ancient Greek navigators who brought the Aglianico vine here into the Southern Italian lands of the present-day Basilicata Region.

Eubea means labour overseen by absolute quality: quality combining intelligence, determination, respect for terroir and history in a whole area. This quality leads to the realisation of wines with great and profound expression.

Despite an important family history of winemaking behind her, Eugenia Sasso leading the family winery with passion. And by her stands Francesco her father, the teacher: more than fifty years as a leading winemaker personality in the Basilicata Region and mentor of our Aglianico del Vulture wine throughout the world.

The Land

Who in these lands has devoted his own life to the vineyard and the wine cellar, it looks with fear of child, but also with pride to the Vulture mountain, an ancient out volcano, in the north of the Basilicata, for a long time considered the putative father of a territory, of extraordinary beauty, full of history, legends and agrofood and naturalistic treasures.

Our vineyards are to be found in the most highly vocated heart of the Mount Vulture area, here around the villages of Barile and Ripacandida.
Some Fifteen hectares, (thirty-five acres), of vineyards from 40 to 60 years old, featuring a unique microclimate with exposition to the sun from dawn to sunset, an ideal alternation of temperatures between night and day, moderate ventilation and a hillside location.
The soils are volcanic and magmatic, with good calcareous balance and a high capacity for drainage, allowing the vines to store a remarkable range of components which provide a basis for the wine’s final and fascinating complexity.

For the Sasso family, wine is not only ritual, rigour amongst the vines and profit. It is more. Wine is a continuum of research, experiment, taste, pleasure in the recognition of flavour and the pride that comes from presenting the fruits of one’s own inspiration. We are convinced that wine comes from something deep down, well before the dark secrets of the cellar or the sundrenched vines. It is born of a desire to dream and to grasp that magic moment when our eyes are haunted by certain jewel-like depths and the suggestions of bouquet and palate succeed in overwhelming our very senses.