Olio Vero

On the Slopes of Kanonkop, wistfully overlooking Table Mountain and the Atlantic ocean in the little area of Klein Dassenberg just 40 minutes away from Cape Town lies our little piece of olive heaven.

My father, a passionate and excitable soul lived most of his young life in the majestic town of Rome Italy. In his early twenties spreading his wings or rather his windsurf sail was blown half way across the world to our beautiful City of Cape Town.

I can honestly say the man lost his heart and soul in Africa and when he met my mother, he knew that Africa was now deeply etched into his blood and would settle his roots here.

I tell that story as it is the reason our beautiful Olive grove came into fruition.

In trying to bring just a little of the 'essence of Italy' home, my father wanted or rather needed to see and feel and taste the flavours of home.  Knowing the olive tree was what would make it 'casa'

In the initial stages of the farm, many wonderful olive species from Italy, found their way travelling unexpectedly through the bowels of an airplane to live in a foreign country.

From their humble beginnings, being nurtured and propagated those humble olive trees became the foundation of our olive grove.

They now stand guard amongst their over 8000 offspring.

Many of our friends and family will share many treasured memories of days spent olive picking in the fields as our little jewels then tossed into the olive press got toiled into our liquid gold.  And the pickers well rewarded with a great bowl of homemade pasta from the free range eggs and farm grown tomatoes.