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.