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Umberto Romeo: a Dedication

At home in the country his best lessons were taught. From planting the olive tree to pressing the oil; His love was delicate and pure like a virgin olive oil drizzled over home made bread. The beauty you woke to each morning was a direct reflection of himself. His love for the country side was the same love he had for you. Remember those November days the closiness you felt with him. How proud he was in those moments. He may be gone now but with each olive that grows Remember those times together and share those memories with your children. Creating a perfect oil takes great care and love. That is and always will be what he pours into you each and every day.

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