Our Story
Tommaso Conti
Second-Generation Olive Farmer · Tuscany
My father pressed his first harvest the year I was born, in a borrowed mill, and slept beside the tank because he didn't trust anyone else to watch it. I grew up between these rows, and everything I know about oil I learned twice: once from him, and once from the trees.
When MyOliveTree asked me to be part of this, I said yes because they understood what most don't: oil isn't a product, it's a place. A hillside. A single pressing, within hours of harvest. When you adopt a tree, you'll find it on our virtual grove map, follow it through the season, and know exactly which slope your oil came from.
My father made oil for the village. I make it for people I may never meet, but I make it the same way he taught me. With patience. With care. With love.




















