A deliberate suspension within a journey. A way of reading the present without wholly submitting to its pace.
Read EVO OIL · №02Oil doesn't accompany the dish: it changes it. The invisible ritual of the Mediterranean table.
Read WINE & SPIRITS · №03A Les Saint-Georges vertical in Val d'Orcia, and the point where a tasting becomes an experience.
ReadOur first curation is deliberately narrow: three producers, three positions. Each bottle is an argument we are willing to defend in public.
Tonda Iblea
Three friends merged their family groves in the Iblei mountains and made a choice almost nobody makes: a single cultivar, Tonda Iblea, unblended. No safety net, no prudent portfolio. The result smells of green tomato and herbs, with a bitterness that never raises its voice. Identity by subtraction: a young project that chose to be one thing only, all the way through.
Monocultivar Itrana
Four thousand Itrana trees on the terraces of Sonnino, milled in the family frantoio within eight hours of picking. Lucia Iannotta, after her university studies, took over the farm her grandfather founded in 1952, in a place that had never planned for a woman in charge. Her oil tastes of tomato, artichoke and almond — and proves what Rome is slow to admit: Lazio's great oil grows an hour from the capital.
Trasparenza Marina
Mate Vekić planted his first olive tree at seventy-five, on Istrian land that history had emptied, and built a mill overlooking the sea. Today his daughter Aleksandra runs the estate. Trasparenza Marina comes from Leccino and Pendolino — Tuscan grammar, Adriatic accent — and takes its name from the colour of the water seen from the mill: fresh, limpid, made for fish. The Adriatic has two shores, and quality carries no passport.
The more the world is dominated by what can be replicated, the more the value of what cannot be replicated will grow.
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