There once was a man called Spyridon, said the “dreamer” who spent his life dedicating himself to his family and love for the countryside and care of his trees.
Of Greek origin (Corfu), he was established in San Ferdinando di Puglia, a small rural town near the larger city of Barletta. And here he produced a deep and perfumed oil with tasty and nutritious vegetables.
This man was my grandfather. From him I inherited a lot of things. The name, first of all, and then the passion for agriculture and for travels. But more than anything he taught me to believe in my dreams.