To tell you the first ROOM our poem of the olive tree, we have borrowed the words of great authors of all times and the talent of two multifaceted artists that have been reinterpreted and explained entirely by hand on Limited Edition bottles our Monocultivar Coratina: small works of art to collect... and enjoy!

Blue sky
Yellow field
Monte blue
Yellow field
For the deserted plain
Is walking an olive tree
Only one
Olive.

Federico García Lorca

EVOLUTIONthe new bottle Limited edition of our Monocultivar Coratinato tell the two key moments in the life of our olive trees: thelightening of the fronds and the precious nourishment given by the water so that the branches overflowing of olives large, fleshy, fragrant and tasty.

To tell you EVOLUTION come to our aid in the words of the the poet Horace, and the skillful hands and minds creative of our favorite artists that have illustrated entirely by hand, giving us another small work of art by buy, collect... and enjoy!

The ocean, the all-embracing, awaits us; and we will
of the islands and of the fields, the fields of the blessed
where the soil gives its fruits without being plowed
and without potarla blooms in the lives,
where the branch of the olive tree will sprout without any cheat,
holm oaks and cables is oozing honey, and from the top of the mountains
flows out at the rushing water, mild.

Epòdi, Orazio

Arrived MUTATIONthe third bottle in Limited edition of our Monocultivar Coratina.

The hot sun of Pugliathe large fronds ambrogio and then wet and nourished by the water, they transformed our olive trees.
Now seem to be dressed to the nines, all are adorned with white flowers and juicy olive, half green and half purple.

Also for the third bottle, the artistic touch is given by Giulia Vincitorio and David Calabrese.

Lovers of a MUTATION... and collect the entire series of “The rooms of the olive tree”.

[...] so, in a cloud of flowers
from the angelic hands of saliva
and fell down inside of holes

over candido vel cinta d'uliva
the woman I came under a green mantle
dressed in the colour of the living flame.

Dante, the Divine Comedy, purgatorio (Purgatory) – Canto XXX

Like a comb glides through the hair, smoothing and extricating the nodes, so the hand moves among the branches and leaves while the fingers off the ripe olives from the olive tree.

A gesture old, slow, hand-made, almost sensual in its simplicity.

Here's to you STRIPPINGthe fourth bottle in Limited edition of our series “The Rooms of the Olive tree”, hand-painted by our artists and, full of our Monocultivar Coratina.
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That day, the olive,
the new wine,
the song of my friend,
my love far away,
the earth is moistened,
everything is so simple,
so the lord
like the grain of wheat
[...]
but the peace welcomed me
the flavour of the oil and the wine
while everything was as simple as the people
I gave
his green treasure:
the small olives,
the freshness, taste pure,
measurement delicious,
the nipple of the day blue,
earthly love.

Pablo Neruda