ZAGODA HAS BEEN SELECTED AS “THE BEST OLIVE OIL IN TURKEY”
(Anatolian IOOC 2022, Turkey)
About Us
”…I mean, you need to take life so seriously that,
Even in your seventies, for example, you need to plant an olive tree,
And it is not just simply for the kids,
It is because you don’t believe in death, even though you are afraid of it,
It is because the side of life tips the scale.”
This is how Nazım Hikmet called out to each of us in his poem (On Living) written in 1947.
We followed the advice of the master and chose living, and we planted 16,500 olive trees without waiting to be seventy. Not just for the prosperity of our children or something, but to bless our lives, so that we can share this pleasure with our loved ones and our environment.
So what have we done and experienced until this stage?
“If it does not exist, we would have to invent olive oil”
Rubio Viola
Italian Professor of Medicine
Sage Of Our Garden
Edremit… A beauty as the center of health with the oxygen, where the mythological stories of the Kaz Mountains still roam quietly in the side streets.
We met him while we were traveling from the mountains towards the sea, gliding over the olive trees. A symbol of fertility that is about 500 years old.
It was a bit sad, it was decided to be cut because the highway would pass from where it was located. On his body the memories of Antandros’ inhabitants left their mark, but still, even such history could not save him.
The olive tree is stubborn, its strong trunk grasps the soil very well.
We uprooted him with due care from his roots in the middle of highway plans.
We hugged him like a baby and brought into and planted in our Zagoda olive orchard and gave water of life. We wanted him to act as a sage for the other trees in the garden with his wisdom.
We called him Edremit.
Sage Of Our Garden
Edremit… A beauty as the center of health with the oxygen, where the mythological stories of the Kaz Mountains still roam quietly in the side streets.
We met him while we were traveling from the mountains towards the sea, gliding over the olive trees. A symbol of fertility that is about 500 years old.
It was a bit sad, it was decided to be cut because the highway would pass from where it was located. On his body the memories of Antandros’ inhabitants left their mark, but still, even such history could not save him.
The olive tree is stubborn, its strong trunk grasps the soil very well.
We uprooted him with due care from his roots in the middle of highway plans.
We hugged him like a baby and brought into and planted in our Zagoda olive orchard and gave water of life. We wanted him to act as a sage for the other trees in the garden with his wisdom.
We called him Edremit.
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