“Settembre, andiamo. E’ tempo di migrare. Ora in terra d’Abruzzi miei pastori lascian gli stazzi e vanno verso il mare”.

Only who knows Abruzzo can feel the authentic soul of Dannunziani verses, expressing the force of a magic and ritual place.

Enclosed between mountains and sea, mysterious coffer of traditions and secrets, it's millenary isolation has contribuited to the precious sruvival of old and genuine traditions and to the consolidate of an melancholic vision af abbruzzesi landscapes.

The olive trees and other tipica plants, the old places and the sweet hills tell the story of a poor but brave economy, cradle of products, prescriptions and smell, that never cease to to fascinate.

Abruzzese gastronomy is characterized by the tie of the people to their origins, by tie with the natural products, so it's a simple cooking, that has been able to hand on in the centuries the most ancient prescriptions.