Both our houses stand inside a working olive grove of around 150 trees — the same trees that gave this village its character, tended by our family across the generations. This is not landscaping; it's a farm. The trees are pruned, the land is worked, and every autumn the harvest comes in, the way it always has.

Ambelos means "vine" in Greek, but it's the olive that rules this hillside now — silver-green in the wind, older than anyone can say, and still producing.

Living in it

The grove is yours while you stay

Guests are free to wander the whole grove: walk the paths between the terraces, picnic in the shade, read under a tree, let the kids roam. It's the biggest room of both houses — the one without walls. Morning and evening, when the light comes low through the branches, is when the hillside is at its best.

Image: picnic or hammock among the trees.

The harvest

Come in autumn, and join in

From late autumn into early winter, the grove turns into a workplace: nets under the trees, ladders in the branches, and the fruit coming down. Guests staying in harvest season are welcome to take part — an hour or a whole day — and to follow the olives to the press. There is no better way to understand this place than to help bring in its crop. [Confirm months — typically Oct–Dec — and how you want guests to arrange it.]

The oil

From our trees to your table

Every stay begins with our own olive oil in the kitchen — pressed from these trees, from this hillside. It's the taste of the place you're sleeping in.

And it's the beginning of something: Ambelos Grove is growing from a family harvest into a name of its own. [One line on the ambition as you want to state it — e.g. "Our first bottled harvest is coming — ask us about it."] Watch this space.