Nothing here was made by a brand.
Every good on these shelves comes from a press, a kiln, a kitchen or a workshop we buy from directly. No importers, no house label, the person who made it is named on the jar wherever we can manage it.
Koura, North Lebanon
Olive country. The oil is pressed within hours of picking, from groves some families have held for six generations.
Hasbaya & the Bekaa
Za'atar dried on rooftops and milled by hand; mouneh, the pantry put up in season, from farm kitchens in the valley.
Tripoli
Soap city since the Mamluks. Olive oil soap is still cut by wire and cured nine months in stacked towers before it ships.
Beit Chabab
A mountain village that has thrown terracotta from its own red clay for three hundred years. Our pitchers and pots are fired there.
Sarafand, South Lebanon
One of the last hand-blown glass workshops on the Phoenician coast, turning recycled glass into sea-green tumblers.
Bcharre & the Chouf
Cedar and walnut worked into boards, boxes and backgammon sets in small mountain ateliers.
Beirut
The roasters and confectioners, cardamom coffee ground to order, and sweets that don't survive the week.