About us
Where Magic Meets Heritage: A Modern Touch to an Ancient Soul
Tenuta Giotta belonged to our family for decades. It is a place with a profound and rich history, fields that yield fruits nourished by the sun, hands that manage the grazing of animals at sunset, bent backs that transform milk to ricotta, fruit into jams, and wild herbs that scent the air with Mediterranean.
This is where my mother and I began with desire to bring a bit of magic to this place, with a touch of modernity that does not detract from the ancient soul that will be able to speak to you
Echoes of History: The Charm Before Renewal
Reborn in Elegance: A New Chapter for an Ancient Gem
Our Story
Honoring Tradition: A Family’s Devotion to the Land
There are stories with deep roots, whose echo you can still feel something perceptible in the air, in the colors of the earth and sky, in the sounds. Our story tells of farmers devoted to the land, season after season. Of animals raised with love and respect, of a seasonal harvest that transforms into richness on the table: extra virgin olive oil, almond nougat at Christmas, cheeses with an authentic flavor, so rare today.
Like a precious treasure steeped in history, years ago, Marisa took on this family heritage from her parents, with a shared hope that the same spirit would continue to inspire the Estate, so that the land could still speak.
A Daughter’s Promise: Restoring the Soul of a Family’s Ancestral Land
When her father left this world, Marisa couldn’t ignore that voice—subtle yet powerful—that pushed her to restore dignity to this place so deeply woven into their family history. This urge, laden with emotion, inspired the first steps of an extraordinary renovation. Stone by stone, field by field, with absolute respect for the history, the colors, and the sacred voice of the Apulian countryside, the Estate came back to life before the emotional gaze of her mother, Anna.
Whispers of Heritage: A Mother’s Gentle Presence Breathes Life into the Land
Today, Anna walks slowly along the estate’s paths and fields, with eyes softened by time, attentively observing every bud, her hands weathered with age, knowing every strand of wild grass. Her clear gaze watches over each sunlit fruit hanging from the trees, over every gift from the vegetable garden. The wildflowers are gathered to bring light to the dining table; every gift from the earth receives special attention. There is a magic in her touch; everything she cares for seems to live longer, invested with a light that heals and embraces. This isn’t about fields and trees and whitewashed walls—there is family here, an ancient story opening toward the future, a past that reveals itself at every corner in a present filled with promise. Anna returns at sunset, while the sky is ablaze. There’s poetry in her slow steps, love in her smile. The ancestral soul of this place speaks to anyone who stays here or passes through. This is one of those places where you leave your hear
