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Eve picked the apple, I’m going for the olive

By an old olive tree in the olive grove

Eve picked the apple, I’m going for the olive. Her picking led to misery, my picking leads to 100% pure olive oil. Made of handpicked olives from a biodynamic olive grove.

In Italy they eat a spoon of it at breakfast because of the polyphenols that lower inflammation. They also bake with it and say that the whole you-can’t-heat-vergine-oil-story is just a marketing hoax to get you to buy inferior baking oil.

You want a piece of my 2026 stash? Here we take orders: www.casatrepettirossi.com

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