An emotional journey

My passion for olive oil began at the age of 6, when I would accompany my father to deliver freshly harvested olives to the press. It was a magical moment: the sunrise, the excitement of the harvest, and the intoxicating scent of ripe olives. Every trip to the press was an adventure, and each time we arrived, there was a lady who worked there, ready to make me a delicious slice of toasted bread.

I remember with nostalgia the first bite of that slice, generously spread with freshly pressed olive oil. That combination of flavours — warm, crispy bread with fresh, fruity olive oil — left an indelible mark on my memory. It was a taste of happiness, simplicity, and connection with the land.

Today, when I return to that press, the familiar scents of olive oil and toasted bread instantly transport me back to that bygone era. They awaken the child I once was, full of wonder and curiosity. Each visit reminds me not only of my father's hard work and that of the olive oil producers, but also of the family heritage I carry forward today.

Our love for olive oil is not just a passion — it is a life story, a tradition. It is our tribute to our grandmother, who bore the nickname Pingarota — "Little Drop" — a name she passed on to all the women in our family, and one we are proud to carry forward to future generations and share with all those who appreciate the authenticity, richness, and quality of this exceptional product.