The Olive Store

To remember the green fruit of the robust tree and symbol of peace, I chose the green colour typical of ripe olives for this apartment. Many years ago, my parents carried olives into this great old room and I fondly remember the intense perfume they brought to the whole farmhouse.

Today, like then, after arduous days spent gathering olives, it is always a pleasure to see the first of the oil seep from the press, but also to taste it on a delicious bruschetta.