Since 4 generations, my family has been living in the countryside, in Castelnau-Valence, a small village in the Gard near Nîmes, a few kilometers from Uzès and the Pont du Gard.
After the winter of 1956 and the terrible cold snap froze all trees in France, it was a disaster for the "old" and the entire profession.
My great grandfather, lover of his region and its riches, decided, despite the general view of replanting 60 trees on the same land where he had seen them disappear. A tribute, a respect to resurrect the Olivier.
Since that time, the trees remained in the family from generation to generation. Each of them has passed on to the next his love and passion for this proud and sacred referent worthy of our sun and our local tree.
My parents have taken over there fifteen years, and they managed to give us their excitement and enthusiasm for this mythical fruit grown for centuries throughout the Mediterranean basin, as to give us the desire to continue expanding the area that my ancestors began.
Our ancestors inherited a rocky barren soil, which forced them to clear, remove the stones one by one, to plant vines or olive trees.With these stones they defined their "plum" and built a kind of hut in order to store tools and materials or for shelter during storms. These dry stone huts that dot our region of Uzes Gard and are called "Capitelles".
A beautiful specimen lying on one of our land, the name we were looking for our olive oils immediately imposed on us: "SOLEILdesCAPITELLES" color mixing olives and golden sun heating the stones, we found the emblem of our products.
"SOLEILdesCAPITELLES" is a history of olives, olive but also a life story, a life story that rocks, a love story, a story of friendship, a story of family, our family.
To my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents ...