The Story of Sylverleaf

In September of 2001, we moved from the ever-growing Petaluma, California to the small Sierra Foothill town of Loma Rica. We envisioned a quiet country retreat that would allow us to slow down, relax and decompress. That is far from where our journey has taken us.

There are certain happenings in life that are serendipitous.
This is a story of one such happening.

Unbeknownst to both of us, our new home was in the middle of an old, feral olive grove. The trees were tall and majestic with large gnarled trunks, even after suffering though years of neglect. While we were in the process of moving into our home, several olive oil makers dropped by. It was near to the harvest season and they were setting up their harvest schedules. After several discussions with the previous owners of the property and the olive oil makers themselves, we settled on who would pick the trees. Thus began our interaction with the trees and our introduction to fine olive oils from all around the world.