Our olive groves, viewed from afar, are an endless expanse of golden branches. We are in the hills around Porto Sant’Elpidio, one of the most precious and at the same time discreet and silent regions of central Italy, a crossroads of peoples and cultures, one glance toward the sea, one toward the hinterland. In this area, over the centuries, people have worked intensively, preferring discretion, concreteness and the desire to do well. Today, people still work in the same, identical way.
This is the crux of the matter. We are not going to invent a story that tells who we are. That story already exists. It is that of our rural Marche region made up of woods and fields, crafts and ancient olive presses, tree pruning and olive pressing, ravines of stone and gravel, dew-scented sunrises, medieval villages, unexplored corners, sandy beaches, bright seas, hills that conceal the gaze and open it to new horizons.
