casa mentuccia

She was here before the vision. Before the brand. Before the words.

THE RESIDENCY

Tucked in the rolling green of Umbria, beneath sun-scorched fig leaves and the scent of wild mentuccia, there’s a house that hums. A quiet current beneath the noise. A muse disguised as bricks and vines. This is where House of Lun was conceived—not in strategy, but in surrender.

Tucked in the rolling green of Umbria, beneath sun-scorched fig leaves and the scent of wild mentuccia, there’s a house that hums. A quiet current beneath the noise. A muse disguised as bricks and vines. This is where House of Lun was conceived—not in strategy, but in surrender.

A SPACE

THAT TRANSCENDS TIME.

UNDER THE STARRY NIGHT, CREATIVE SPARKS FLY AND INSPIRATION NEVER GOES A MISS.