From the land, with respect.
We're young farmers, up here in the hills of Abruzzo. Our hens roam free, our olive trees follow the sun, and we like to take our time: eggs that taste the way they used to, real extra virgin olive oil, and a small retreat where you can stop and breathe.
Calm animals, extraordinary eggs.
Ourhensspendtheirdaysoutdoors,inthegrassandtheshadeofthetrees.Nocages,norush:theywakewiththesun,andsodowe.Wetreatthemwellbecauseit'stheonlywaythatfeelsrighttous.Andhonestly,youcantasteit,ineveryegg.Andthat'senough.
The result of everything we do.
Behind every egg there's a real day's work: hens roaming free, land we look after, an agroforestry ecosystem that brings the soil back to life instead of wearing it out. We collect them by hand, one by one.
Fresh from the henhouse to your table
Send us a quick message on WhatsApp: we'll work out how many you need and when, and bring them straight from the henhouse to your door.
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The same sun, bottled.
Same sun, same soil, same care: our extra virgin oil comes from the olive trees growing right beside the hens. We press it and that's it: nothing added, nothing taken away. From the land, with respect.
Your retreat of peace and nature.
A little wooden house, tucked between the trees and the quiet. Inside, everything you need; outside, just the hills and the sky. We built it as the kind of place we'd want to escape to ourselves.
The tub, under the stars
Warm water, a sky full of stars, and no sound but the wind in the olive trees. These are the evenings that stay with you.
Request informationTime returns to a human pace.
Mornings with no alarm, breakfast outdoors, walks with nowhere in particular to be. Nothing here needs to be done in a hurry.
Slow mornings
Eggs collected that morning, a warm cup of coffee in your hands, light rising slowly over the hills. Breakfast here is the best part of the day.
Stillness and quiet
A chair turned toward the hills, the warm tub as the sun goes down, the smell of the earth after rain. You don't need much more.
The golden hour
As the sun drops, the timber of the house turns gold. It's our favourite hour: everything slows, and the silence goes softer.
A view of the Gran Sasso
Out on the horizon stands the Gran Sasso, watching over the hills. A view that's never quite the same twice: it shifts with the light, from dawn to dusk.
Come find us in the hills.
Castilenti, Teramo, Abruzzo, Italy
In the Teramo hinterland, minutes from the Gran Sasso.