Reminiscing our childhood, a time when everything on this land was pure – that’s what drove us. Thinking about grandma and her cellar. The old wooden beams on the ceiling, where her lantern and her cured meat hung.
On the floor all around the cellar, lined up almost perfectly, her ‘‘kouroupia’’ – each and every one of them holding flavors from different parts of the island. Wine, olives, oil, cheese – all the treasures of this land were in there, waiting to set off on their journey of taste.
These memories are what drove us to build our own ‘‘kouroupia’’, and bring the pureness of those years to your table.
