Peace and Quiet
At the Belvedere degli Olivi you will find peace and quiet.
The olive trees slumber outside the old city built of bricks and stone, creating a curtain to screen out the noise and frenzy of daily life. They chaperon the roads and the rustling sound of the foliage tells an ancient story. They restore a life that befits the human soul. With a unique virtue: Beauty.

In the words of Epitteto, the Greek philosopher, olive trees are ‘a gift of a benevolent God’
“Beauty exudes slowly from things, and is denied for those who pass quickly.
I saw Umbria in September, slumbering in the silence of the landscape still burning. I saw it again in April, during its glorious awakening. Smiling or tired, to me it seemed equally beautiful...”
(René Schneider. L'Ombrie-l'ame des cités et des paysages, Parigi, 1905)

Awe
The Belvedere degli Olive unveils awe.
From the olive tree that rises at the gate of Spello, to the olive trees mirrored on the Trasimeno Lake and the ascending stone terraces on the hills from Assisi to Spoleto.
Umbria without olive trees would be like a cloudless sky.
Every hill is a unique observatory that inebriates the eyes and soothes the spirit

“In the early morning, the tips of the leaves glitter like diamonds, so smooth and bright is their surface. The rest, left in the shadow, forms a pale green fog that clashes with the reddish grey of the tree trunks, appearing here and there with hints of darker colours...”
(William Blake Richmond, Assisi, impressions of half a Century, 1919)

Taste
The Belvedere degli Olivi tingles your taste buds.
An extraordinary land and a bountiful tradition, combined with innovation in the production process, yields a precious and highly demanded fruit: extravirgin olive oil, which boasts first place in the D.O.P. category in the Region since 1998.
Umbrian oil has a fresh fruity scent. It enhances the flavours of the traditional cuisine, emanating intense aromas.

"The pacific tree beloved to Pallade symbolises here war more than peace. However, due to a strange contrast, delicate foliage covers these tormented tree trunks, and nothing is more seductive than the glitter of the miniscule leaves shining in the sunlight like silver flakes...
(Gabriel Faure, Heures d'Ombrie, 1907)