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An elderly man facing the camera, outside his house in Emporio, Santorini

Field notes · Photographic essay

The Canava of Santorini

Santorini → Cyclades → South Aegean → Aegean

Nikolas outside his house in Emporio

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Introduction

A meeting in Emporio with Nikolaos Drossos, a traditional Santorini winemaker whose life remained tied to the land, the canava, and the island’s new wine.

In Emporio, Santorini, the tradition of Saint Averky opens onto a more intimate story: the life of Nikolaos Drossos, a traditional canavas who kept his bond with the land, the cellar, and the yearly rhythm of wine. Through his home, his cellar, and his presence, the story becomes less about a single feast day and more about a disappearing world of work, memory and hospitality.

A meeting in Emporio

The feast of Saint Averky belongs to the calendar of Santorini’s wine. But in Emporio, the custom also opens a door into a more personal world: the world of Nikolaos Drossos, a traditional canavas whose life remained tied to the land, the cellar, and the slow work of wine.

An elderly man walking past a white-washed house in Santorini
Nikolaos outside his house
An elderly man by an iron door to his warehouse in Santorini
Nikolaos by the door in the canava

The canava as a living room of memory

The canava is not simply a storage room for barrels. It is a place where agricultural time, family memory, and hospitality meet. Inside the cellar, the new wine is not only tasted; it is connected to the gestures and habits of a life built around the vineyard.

A life tied to the land

Nikolaos’s presence gives the story its centre. The photographs move from the village and the cellar to the portrait of a man whose identity is inseparable from Santorini’s older winemaking world. Through him, the tradition becomes human rather than merely ceremonial.

The story of the new wine is also the story of the people who kept opening the cellar doors.

What remains after the feast

A feast day can be marked on a calendar, but a tradition survives through people, places, tools, rooms, and repeated gestures. This story preserves one encounter with that world, before it disappears further from view.

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