Italy, family, tradition are not empty words or ideological banners, they are the reality in which many of us grew up. I am Nonna Dina and her house where I learned to recognize and love the aromas, perfumes, colors of nature, the tactile joy of hand-embroidered and lavender-scented fabrics, the energetic joy of flowers.

The scents I mix are the fruit of his recipes, of that place of delight that was his Art Nouveau house, his garden and the vegetable patch: dahlias, lilies of the valley, violets, laurel, rosemary, rows of tomatoes and even boxwood of the hedges, the vine with bunches of grapes. And then the trees: the apricot and the peach, the lemons, the magnolia with its shiny and regal leaves, whose flowers Grandma Dina put in a vase in my room to perfume it.

Fragrances of nature that entered from the large open windows, from which, however, at the same time, the aromas of the large kitchen on the ground floor, where the vegetables and fruits from the garden were cooked.

Home and delight are words that go hand in hand for me: with my preserves, with fragrances and essences I want to share with you the know-how of Italian tradition, so that it reverberates in your lives filling them with wonders, in the manner of Nonna Dina.