Olive Oil

I first travelled to Portugal at the age of 18 and soon fell in love with the country. In 1998, I was fortunate to have the opportunity to purchase a small piece of land, on which grew about 100 olive trees. Forgotten for decades, my family and I have gradually re-tamed these wonderful olive trees and in turn, they now reward us with delicious olive oil. The best we have ever tasted, but perhaps we are a little biased?

Picked by hand ...

Every year between October and December, we pick the olives by hand and take them to the olive press or Lagar de Azeite  in a small village called Pia do Urso, near Fatima. Here they are sorted, washed and then crushed to collect the precious oil.