“This is our story…”
“This is our story…” my grandparents would say, their eyes twinkling with the tales of Remhala. They spoke of a home filled with joy and togetherness, lost to the Lebanese Civil War.
“When we used to live in Remhala.”
”Our days were woven with tradition and family.”
With every piece of the story, LAMMA لمّا rooted itself further into us.
Rebuilding the family home on the land once displaced from, we revived what once was. Cultivating the terroir, distilling arak, making soap, and preparing “moune”.
Carrying forward a legacy of savoir-faire.
Our family's olive press, revitalized heritage. My father and uncle absorbed our family's craft, learning the secrets of the land and the art of arak making.
As we grew, a spark ignited within us. We longed to restore the vibrancy of our village and honor our family's past. "LAMMA لمّا" before the war, our home was a haven, a place of shared joys. It is now, our turn to uphold this tradition of warmth and hospitality.
The table welcomes you once again.
This is how LAMMA لمّا came to life. It's more than just a business; it's a celebration of our family's journey. From the days of our old olive press in 1954 to today, LAMMA لمّا bridges generations.
LAMMA لمّا is the story of when.
The story of LAMMA لمّا continues with the notes of anise and grapes.