Harvest 2025 · Numbered 1 – 2,400

A grove,
a family,
a first pressing.

Two thousand four hundred bottles, drawn from a single south-facing hillside above the Crati valley.

Cultivar
Carolea
Altitude
340 m
Bottles
2,400
Harvest
MMXXV
nº 0247 / 2400
Core — numbered bottle
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Cold extracted Single estate Numbered by hand Cosenza, Calabria Harvest MMXXV Carolea cultivar Two letters a year Cold extracted Single estate Numbered by hand Cosenza, Calabria Harvest MMXXV Carolea cultivar Two letters a year
01 · The hands
[ portrait · Vincenzo & Sara, cellar, December 2025 ]
Vincenzo e Sara

"We are Vincenzo and Sara."

Vincenzo's grandfather planted the first sixty trees in 1962, the year he came back from working the coal in Belgium. He chose Carolea because it could take the wind off the Sila. He chose this hillside because his father had been buried at the bottom of it.

We took over the grove in the spring of 2019. We pressed our first oil last December — twenty-eight cases, all for family. This is the first year we are bottling for anyone else.

V. & S., San Demetrio Corone
02 · The grove

Eighteen hectares,
three hundred and forty metres,
one south-facing slope.

Above San Demetrio Corone, in the province of Cosenza. Limestone underfoot. The Sila massif at our back; the Tyrrhenian an hour away if you take the slow road.

Cultivar
Carolea (100%)
Altitude
340 m
Aspect
Due south
Soil
Limestone & red clay
Trees
1,840 — oldest 1962
Farming
Organic, dry-farmed
39° 33′ 41″ N · 16° 21′ 19″ E
[ aerial · the grove from 200 m, october 2025 ]
San Demetrio Corone · CS
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03 · The harvest

Picked, pressed,
bottled. Four hours.

01
Hand-picked

Mid-October to the first cold. Combs, nets, family. The fruit is in the mill before sundown.

02
Cold extracted

Under 24°C. The mill is twelve kilometres down the valley; we drive ours ourselves. Nothing added, nothing removed.

03
Rested

Six weeks in stainless steel, in the dark, under nitrogen. The oil settles. The harshness leaves; the green stays.

04
Numbered

Bottled in the cellar, by us, by hand. Each label numbered 1 through 2,400, in indian ink, with the year.

04 · The bottle

Two thousand
four hundred.

That's every bottle this hillside gave us in 2025. When they are gone, they are gone — there will not be more until next autumn. We will write to tell you when the next harvest is in.

Bottles claimed
1,847 / 2,400
553 remaining · last shipments from 12 March
247
[ label · Core, front, nº 0247 ]
nº 0247 — V.S. · handwritten, indian ink
05 · The taste

Cut grass. Green almond.
Artichoke. A long pepper.

Colour
Bright green, gold at the rim
Nose
Cut grass, tomato leaf, green almond
Palate
Artichoke, rocket, a clean bitter middle
Finish
Long peppery catch — three coughs is right
Pair with
White beans, raw fish, ricotta, soft eggs
Best from
February 2026 — November 2026
GRASS
ALMOND
ARTICHOKE
PEPPER
TOMATO LEAF
ROCKET
FLAVOUR
Carolea
Aroma profile
Medium intensity
06 · Take some home

Three ways in.

I
[ product · the bottle · 500 ml ]
The bottle · 500 ml
€38

One numbered bottle of Core, in its black box. The first thing we ever made for anyone but our table.

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II
[ product · the gift box ]
The gift box
€52

One bottle, our forty-page harvest booklet, a hand-tied wax seal. Wrapped in unbleached linen, tied with twine.

In stock
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III
[ product · the kit ]
The kit
€78

One bottle, a small pottery cruet thrown for us in Squillace, and a linen drying cloth from a loom near Crotone.

In stock
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Ships from Cosenza within five working days. €9 to Italy, €18 to Europe, €34 elsewhere.
07 · From the cellar

Notes & letters.

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[ letter · 14 November 2025 ]

The day we knew it was time to pick.

It rained for nine hours on the eleventh. On the twelfth, Sara took an olive from the tree by the road, bit it, and walked back inside without saying a word.

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[ recipe · 02 December 2025 ]

White beans, four hours, one spoon.

Cannellini cooked slow with a bay leaf and nothing else. At the table, one large spoon of new oil per bowl. This is the meal we eat the night the pressing finishes.

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[ field note · 20 January 2026 ]

The frost that didn't come.

For three nights the forecast said -2°C. Vincenzo slept in the truck near the lower terrace with a thermometer on the dash. It never went below 1°.

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