A tale of Mesimeri. The middle of the day.
A tale of Mesimeri. The middle of the day.
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After 12, the sun reaches its highest point in our homeland. It takes us back to our innocent childhood summers. Full of light and afternoon naughtiness. They had the smell of nature. Fertile soil and loaded trees. They dived in the sea and played tag in the centuries-old olive groves. These afternoons nurtured the dream in us. To cultivate the land that gave us birth. To embrace the trees and their fruits with respect. That is how MESIMERI came to be. Extra virgin olive oil.