Partanna

Why is it always linguine vongole?
Thank god for Chanteclair and nonna for always removing the stains

do we have a chance?

Mood

Castelvetrano is all we do!

And here’s is a poem I wrote for them!

Sun-warmed groves beneath Sicilian skies,
Where silver leaves and sea wind rise,
There grows a jewel both bright and green—
Partanna Castelvetrano, the olive queen

Hand picked gently, one by one,
Ripened slowly in the sun.
No hurried harvest, no careless hand,
Just patient care from our own land.

For these groves are ours to tend,
From root to branch, from start to end.
The soil we know, the trees we raise,
Guarded through the seasons’ days.

Plump and bright with a buttery bite,
Mild and rich, a pure delight.
No olive rivals what we grow—
A flavor only our fields can know.

So raise a bowl and taste the best,
From family groves in Sicily blessed.
Partanna olives, proud and true—
From our own farms, straight to you!

- Nino Asaro () - 5th Generation

Castelvetrano is all we do!

And here’s is a poem I wrote for them!

Sun-warmed groves beneath Sicilian skies,
Where silver leaves and sea wind rise,
There grows a jewel both bright and green—
Partanna Castelvetrano, the olive queen

Hand picked gently, one by one,
Ripened slowly in the sun.
No hurried harvest, no careless hand,
Just patient care from our own land.

For these groves are ours to tend,
From root to branch, from start to end.
The soil we know, the trees we raise,
Guarded through the seasons’ days.

Plump and bright with a buttery bite,
Mild and rich, a pure delight.
No olive rivals what we grow—
A flavor only our fields can know.

So raise a bowl and taste the best,
From family groves in Sicily blessed.
Partanna olives, proud and true—
From our own farms, straight to you!

- Nino Asaro ( ) - 5th generation