From Casa Mumu · Piedmont · Italy
The story of the small plot right next to the house — and of the first olive oil we hope to press in 2027.
A long history
Right next to the house lies a plot of land with a long history. About fifty years ago, mulberry trees still stood there — "mumu" in the Piedmontese dialect, and the origin of the name Casa Mumu. Those mulberry trees were later replaced by grapevines for winemaking. And about fifteen years ago, the plot became overgrown: no one tended it any longer, and nature gradually took over.
Anyone seeing it back then wouldn't immediately picture an olive grove. But that's exactly what we wanted to make of it.
Four years ago
Four years ago we started afresh. The entire plot was ploughed and all the weeds removed, leaving bare, fertile soil ready for a new chapter.
Into that bare soil we planted around 50 olive trees — specially selected varieties well suited to the Piedmont climate — along with 10 almond trees.
The planting
Each tree was planted with care and protected with a wire guard, to shield the young stems from wildlife and wind. A modest beginning — rows of thin stakes in bare earth — but with a clear promise for the future.
A glimpse of planting the first young olive trees.
The first growth
In the first months after planting, the young trees were little more than twigs in a guard. But patience paid off: slowly, leaves appeared, and with each season the trunks grew sturdier.
The olive trees in particular turned out to thrive in the soil and climate here — even better than we had dared to hope.
Today
Four years later, a young but fully-fledged olive grove stands here: rows of lush trees with full canopies, where once there was only bare earth and wire guards. It's one of the most rewarding things to watch change around the house — a little greener, a little fuller with every season.
Looking ahead
Next year, in 2027, we expect our very first olive harvest. A special moment we've been working toward for four years — and the start of something new: our own olive oil, "Casa Mumu", pressed from olives grown quite literally next to the house.
Walk among the olive trees, breathe in the herbs along the path, and witness this corner of Piedmont as it changes — a little more beautiful with every year.
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