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An extra virgin olive oil for kids in small metal jars with labels full of monsters. To make children love the healthiest product on earth: oil




The days of snacks based on bread, freshly picked tomato from the garden, oil and salt are long gone. They had a wonderful scent and taste but also a less attractive look than snacks.
Yet it is precisely ancient and natural foods that make children grow up healthy.

<<Let’s try to give a more baby friendly look to healthy foods starting with extravirginoliveoil>>. From this idea was born children’s oil packaged in metal jars covered with a label full of GANGHERETTI small monsters designed by the painter Alessandro Grazi. The cans are small so that children can pick them up on their own (0.25 and 0.50 L) and have a space where each child can write their own name.



The extra virgin olive oil inside the jars is ORGANIC and comes from the 6 hectares of olive groves at Fattoria del Colle in the inner Tuscany. They are located on high hills (400 meters above the sea) that are well ventilated, with sandy soil where olive trees have been cultivated for over 2000 years. The olives of the Correggiolo and Moraiolo varieties are harvested by hand with small rakes and then squeezed at low temperature in the Sant’Angelo di Castelmuzio olive mill 10 km from the farm. All done with the utmost respect for tradition and nature.
But let’s go back to the Gangheretti, that is, the little monsters on the label. These are the goblins who inhabit Fattoria del Colle and that are told about in a fairy tale that I transcribed below. Once upon a time …



It was the beginning of time and there were only woods. The first farmer felt that there was something magical at the Colle and tried to get it out of the land.

Every night he slept in a different spot until he felt where his heart was happiest. He had a nail-like plow, he waited until midsummer night and stuck it on the ground three times. The magic broke free like a breath of wind that moved the leaves, made the flowers bloom and wove the farmer’s long beard like a fork into a plate of pinci. One by one, 92 goblins came out of the hole. They were blue, with a garlic-like little body but they smelled like lavender.





When the first hermit arrived at Colle to pray in a cave under the ground the imps did not yet have a name and he called them Gangheretti, small cheats, because they enjoyed modifying his penances: the bitter herbs of Lent turned into tasty vegetable soups and the bedding of pointed stones seemed like feather mattresses. Over the centuries the personality of each gangheretto became more marked and everyone learned to do something.

When a stone tower was built for soldiers to look at the horizon day and night the Gangheretti did not take it well. Just as they had made the hermit’s days pleasant, they filled the life of the armigers with trouble. The tower had no doors; the soldiers dropped a ladder from the first floor window and descended to the ground. From the same staircase passed the innkeeper when he brought their meals. He was the first target of the Gangheretti. When the good man climbed the pegs he began to swing until the basket emptied wine, bread and eggs to the ground that then became a single drooling mash. If the sutler tied the bag on his back he stumbled and fell on it.


The ability of the chief of the Gangheretti to spoil soldiers’ meals made him earn the name of Caccialoste dei Cacciaconti. The Cacciaconti of Scialenga were the feudal lords of Trequanda, rich, arrogant, and Ghibellines in Guelph land. From the cylindrical tower of their castle they dominated the village. They were so convinced that they could do anything that they challenged Siena and Siena destroyed them. The Tower at Colle was abandoned and the Gangheretti were alone for two hundred years.

Another war passed, Trequanda was besieged and destroyed but there was no one at Colle. Finally in 1592 Claudio Socini arrived. He was small, dressed in red silk velvet and as he spoke it was evident he was very knowledgeable. He got off his horse, pulled out of the saddle some sheets and a charcoal stick and began to write and draw. The Gangheretti saw that it was the project of a large farm and were happy about it.





The stonecutters, master masons and carpenters arrived. Next to the tower a large house arose with stables, barns, the olive mill and the wine cellar. No accident upset the work because the Gangheretti were always on guard. This regarded all concerned except the chisel leader. He was the only one with red eyes because of travertine splinters, black hammered nails and broken ribs because of his falls from scaffolding.

When asked why there was this discrimination, Provveditore – the anti-accident gangheretto replied – He is from afar, he looks down on us – as if to reiterate that he protected only those of the Grand Duchy. Hence the legend that to live well at Colle you have to love the Tuscans and live like them: eat bread without salt, chat a lot and drink Chianti del Colle wine. Attention! … The Provveditore is still in action.



Claudio Socini never came back, there were those who said that his family had gone to ruin for putting against the priests.
The new master was a count from Siena, who was a gossip and vane; with him and his descendants the Colle lost the character of a farm and became a villa. In the eighteenth century an arched portico decorated on two sides the building and the rooms began to enrich themselves with painted furniture and ceilings. Elegant guests arrived more and more often and their clothes constituted an irresistible temptation for Civettina the vainest of the Gangheretti. She lived in hatboxes and trunks, she spent time trying on taffeta skirts and brocade bodices. None of the Conte’s guests could have well-ironed clothes but this helped to create a more informal lifestyle that everyone liked.



The climax was reached with the arrival of Peter Leopold of Austria, Grand Duke of Tuscany, preceded by a solid reputation as a womaniser. Women brought the most beautiful clothes and wanted them in perfect order. There was a multiplication of irons for ironing  and the servants ran upstairs where the Vinsantaia had been filled with mannequins and pieces of cloth. Civettina tried on every dress, every wig, every jewel, driving everyone crazy in the search for the things that disappeared and then reappeared in the strangest places. Suddenly it all ended. Once the Grand Duke had met Countess Isabella he wanted to meet her all the time. The owners of Colle built for the two lovers a room on the south side, the warmest and most panoramic side.

Young countess Isabella had no luggage because she lived in the castle next door and arrived every day on horseback. Civettina’s disappointment was great and the Gangheretti decided to help her. One of them, Dorian, lived in mirrors. To rest he would stay in the most oxidized ones, but when he came into action he was very creative. The mirrors changed the appearance. Those liked by Dorian looked magnificent but the faces of those he didn’t like filled with wrinkles, dark circles and double chins.



This was also the case in Isabella. She saw herself as ugly, behaved like an ugly woman, in the end Pietro Leopoldo also saw her ugly and returned to Florence to the Grand Duchess his wife.
The life at Colle returned to be quiet with the holiday in summer and the winter hunts when the Counts Spannocchi owners of the Colle transformed the large fireplace of the kitchen into the bed for the beaters. At that time, just as today around Colle lived a large amount of game to which the Gangheretti offered protection and help. They had never appreciated hunting trips and when they increased too much they decided to end them. Whenever the count ate game or encountered a hare or thrush, he was then tormented by an allergic itch. He had to spend much of the A day in the water, and portable tubs were taken to the bedrooms and rooms where he spent most of the day.


Crepapelle, the gangheretto responsible for his troubles enjoyed aggravating the situation, filling his wigs with fleas and his walks with nettle meadows. It was enough for him to approach the fireplace to burn him, even the most skilled barbers filled his face with scratches. Spannocchi spent all his time medicating his skin until the roofs collapsed, the stables emptied, the earth became impoverished and he decided to sell Colle.
After three hundred and fifty years the Socinis returned.

The engineer Livio mayor of Siena was armed with an entrepreneurial spirit and set up construction sites everywhere. For the Gangheretti the Socinis were synonymous of rebirth and so they did everything to make the rebirth possible. From Livio Il Colle passed to his daughter Lelia, his nephew Fausto and finally to me. When the farm was put in my hands I didn’t know about the 92 Gangheretti but they liked me and made sure the feeling was reciprocated.
The Ranuccio gangheretto was commissioned to teach me the history of Colle, a kind of puzzle made of medieval walls, wig stands, cast iron bathtubs, crystal urinals and even a secret bell to call for help in case of robbers.
Discovery after discovery the story came out with all the mysteries and magic of this very special place called Colle di Trequanda.

Everyone finds their gangheretto here if they love fairy tales, nature and agree to rest in front of the fireplace to hear and tell stories.

Donatella Cinelli Colombini