It’s wonderful to live — and to give life

It is said that the writer Philip Van Doren once imagined the in extremis conversation a desperate, suicidal man might have with his guardian angel. He sent the story to several magazines, but none of them were interested.

Nonetheless, he did not give up on this deeply moving tale, which feels like an unconscious reworking of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. He decided to print a few copies and send them to his friends as a Christmas greeting…  a heartfelt Christmas story about a man named George Pratt whose guardian angel grants him one final wish that quite literally changes his life.

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CHAPTER 16. The prosperous mindset of a Japanese soul

Noriyoshi is an honest, refined man, with a great deal of sensitivity. I’m talking to you about our importer and distributor in Japan.

He was the one who found us. He fell in love with a photo of La Cultivada and contacted  us through a Japanese friend of his — who had a surprising Argentinian accent — who was living in the Netherlands.

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The cultivated still lifes of Marta

She’s inspired by Mondrian, Frida Kahlo, and Matisse — and she adores La Cultivada EVOO, which has become part of her everyday life. That’s why she also portrays our little cans, giving them new life within the intimate universe of her atelier.

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CHAPTER 10. Olives are given by God, the oil is made by a Master

Before entering La Cultivada into competitions, I used to be a tasting judge at international EVOO competitions where we assessed the quality of olive juices.
We’d score EVOOs from across the Mediterranean — Greek, Spanish, Italian, French, Turkish, Tunisian, Montenegrin, Moroccan, Lebanese, Palestinian…
Sometimes we’d taste up to 700 oils in a single week!

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CHAPTER 8. In true Thelma and Louise fashion

It was a summer friendship that helped bring shape to La Cultivada.
I met my friend Laura when we were fourteen, at the place where we both used to spend our summer holidays.
We were introduced by a neighbour; my mother had encouraged me to go out with her instead of staying cooped up in my room, reading for hours as was my wont.
You understand… that strange, in-between phase of adolescence when everything feels so strange.

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CHAPTER 7. Time to cultivate ourselves

The olive tree… just looking at one fills you with gratitude.
Here in Santa Ana, we breathe the green soul of trees – olives, pomegranates, figs, palms…
Each olive tree is like a spring with a tiny local climate of its own. It heals. It’s a miraculous medicine of nature.
Woods and forests are humanity’s greatest heritage.

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