Koumandari

An Invitation to the Table

We do not impose
upon the trees.
We listen.

The Koumandari family has walked the chalky slopes of Avdelero for generations, learning that the finest oil is not made — it is allowed to happen. Zero pesticides. Dry-farmed. Every olive gathered by hand.

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34.9854° N
33.5615° E

Our coordinates are not merely geographic — they are a declaration. The Lefkara limestone, the 340 days of Larnaca sun, the sea breeze from the Mediterranean. A terroir that cannot be replicated.

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An offering from
this season's press.

The trees have offered us only a finite number of bottles. When they are gone, they are gone until the next harvest.

Reserve from the Harvest