A Crown of Stone & Vine: Piedmont’s 17th-Century Hilltop Kingdom

High above the emerald valleys of Canavese, where the Alps whisper to the Po and time moves like honey in sunlight, a 17th-century castle commands the horizon. This is no mere estate—it is a sovereign realm, carved from golden stone and centuries of quiet grandeur, watching over the Ivrea Morainic Amphitheater as it has for four hundred years. Here, the air carries the scent of wild lavender and sun-warmed grapes, and the only sound is the rustle of cypress trees guarding the private road that winds 800 meters through your kingdom’s approach.

The castle rises in majestic tiers—four levels of history and light, where 2,100 square meters of living space unfold like the chapters of a noble legacy. Every threshold hums with stories: vaulted ceilings arched by master masons, windows that frame the amphitheater’s drama at dawn, and terraces where the evening breeze stirs the vines of your 3,000-square-meter vineyard below. This is a home where the past and present entwine effortlessly—where hydromassage showers glisten in bathrooms hewn from the same stone as the castle’s foundations, and where modern comforts bow to the weight of original frescoes and wrought-iron sconces casting flickering gold across the halls.

Beyond the castle’s embrace, ten hectares of land unfold like a living tapestry. Gardens, precise and lush, give way to rolling agricultural fields where the earth yields as it has for generations. The panoramic pool lies in wait—a mirror to the sky, its relaxation area cradled by the scent of rosemary and the distant chime of church bells from the valley. Here, you might host a wedding beneath a canopy of stars, or welcome guests to a world where every meal is a feast of local truffles and Barolo drawn from your own slopes. The potential for a private helipad hints at a life where arrivals are as seamless as the views are boundless.

This is more than a residence; it is a stage for the extraordinary. A fortress of solitude when desired, a beacon of hospitality when the mood strikes. The castle’s bones remember the laughter of grand banquets and the hush of candlelit libraries—now, they await your story. Whether you dream of waking to the hush of mist over the vineyards or transforming these halls into a sanctuary for discerning travelers, this is where legacy and landscape converge. The road is private. The view, unrivaled. The opportunity, yours alone.