A longevity retreat is being born in the old town of Manduria, Salento, Puglia. Watch it happen, and be there the day the doors open.
A star-vaulted palazzo in a lane of Manduria's old town. The shade of a centenarian carob tree, the sound of nothing.
An albergo diffuso: you book a room, stay a while, and it slowly becomes home, the place where your friends are, even the ones you haven't met yet. Yours for three nights, for a month each year, or forever.
Ten buildings across the old town. Three suites open first, in Via Verdi. The others follow, one at a time.
First the stables of a noble palazzo, then a workshop, a dairy, a party headquarters. Now, us. Next door, Marinelli: what remains of what locals call the oldest inn in Salento. We don't erase this history, we listen to it.
Each suite was once a whole house. People still stop in the lane: “My grandmother lived here. Will you show me? How wonderful to see it alive again. In bocca al lupo.”
And we can’t wait to meet you.
"In my most honest description, I am building an annexe of my own home to host friends. A beautiful place in a real Italian town, where you can walk through a living piazza, find a cool bath waiting in the shade, and spend the afternoon doing nothing in particular with the person you love. That, it turns out, is quite hard to find."
Ten historic buildings are becoming one retreat. The diary tells it as it happens: real photos, real dates, from inside the building site.
Twenty-five centuries ago, the Greeks of these shores built one place for the body that trains, the mind that is nourished, the community that forms: the gymnásion. 15Dolcevita is born from that idea. We did not invent it: this land never forgot it.
The body, the mind, and the friends. In one place.

Two people. The fireplace, the bath, the garden. No schedule.



Walls a metre thick, so August stays outside. Above you, a vault that has held since the seventeen hundreds. And a bath on the roof, with the town going quiet below.
Via Verdi · Opening 2027Warm stone under bare feet. A cellar that has been cool for three centuries, and now holds water. Steam, silence, and the town somewhere above you.
Hamam · LiquidroomYou cook with your new friends whatever you found at the market. Or you learn from the Salentine grandmothers the recipes never written down.
Cook together · F&BThe body that trains, in the same place as the mind and the friends. At first light, with method, never in a hurry.
Via Verdi · For guests of the suitesBoth are in the old town, a few minutes from Via Verdi. Neither has a date yet, and we will not give one until the work is under way.
Inspired by Tokyo's kissa: vinyl, a sound you feel in your chest, a glass in hand. This is where everyone meets.
Vico Armirà · CommunityOn the piazza, with the door open. Anyone walks in: the people staying with us, and the people who have lived here all their lives.
Piazza Vittorio Veneto · Open to allEvery chair, every lamp, every table was chosen, longed for, restored, dusted off, and given a second life. Pieces with a life before yours, waiting for you to write the next chapter.
Deep connection. Great food. Clean air. Genuine intimacy. Rest. And, quietly integrated into every detail, the kind of science that changes how you feel, without ever asking you to notice.
Because la dolce vita was always about the second word. Vita. A long one, full to the brim. Happiness, for more years.

Breakfast when you feel like it. Under the carob tree. Espresso in silence. No one is waiting for you. The courtyard wakes on its own time.
Or, jump on a restored wooden boat for a morning swim in crystal waters along the coast.
The piazza is empty. The whole town has slipped into its afternoon siesta. You walk the vicoli alone: golden Salentine stone, cats in the shade, the white light of the South. Back at the suite, a cool bath in the shade. The Ionian breeze through the open window.
Or, champagne at the beach club, dancing barefoot on the sand, the Ionian sparkling like something from a film you once saw.
Long tables, shared food, no rush. Vinyl on the turntable. Conversation with someone you met that morning. The stars above the cortile.
Or, dress up, Primitivo spritz in hand, and join the local movida. See and be seen. Laugh too loud. Feel twenty years younger with twice the style.
Your suite, the fireplace, the freestanding bath. Doing nothing in particular with the person you love. The kind of evening you'll remember in ten years.
Or, the Liquidroom. Bass through stone, warm water, half-light. The rooftop under the stars. The kind of night that makes you text your friends the next morning.




Some guests fall in love with Manduria and want a house of their own. ManduriaShire, the company behind 15Dolcevita, is the door into the town: it buys and restores the abandoned houses of the old town, terra-cielo houses and old palazzi, and helps newcomers find one, restore it and live in it. Why Manduria, why now, and how it works are on its own page.



A small circle of people who share one idea: time well spent is the only luxury that matters. Not a programme. A tribe.
Twenty-eight years between Asia and the world. Then the simplest and hardest choice: to come home, and build something that lasts.
One master above all: Temur Ugulava, founder of Adjara Group and Stamba. A forgotten building is not torn down: it is listened to.
Investor
Environmental engineer, PhD at Tsinghua, twenty-eight years in development finance across Asia, six languages. She put her trust and her money in the town she grew up in: an investor in the project, not in its day-to-day.
Co-Founder
Raised in Manduria, Bocconi and a CEIBS MBA in Shanghai, 17 years building businesses across Greater China. Convinced that joy is the ultimate longevity practice.
The vaults reappearing, the neighbours' stories, the Founding Members counter. Written by Mario.
What this place sounds like to us, while it is being born.