Book a room in the old town of Manduria, stay a while, and it slowly becomes home: the place where your friends are, even the ones you haven't met yet.
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, and it can be yours for three nights, for a month each year, or forever.
First the stables of a noble palazzo, then a workshop, a dairy, a party headquarters. Now, us. Next door, Marinelli: what remains of 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.
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.
Three suites in an eighteenth-century palazzo: star vaults, tufo, a private terrace. And the bath on the rooftop, the town below.
Via Verdi · Opening 2026The spa, where the science of longevity works in silence. The open hamam on warm stone. The Liquidroom: a heated pool in a centuries-old cellar, sauna and sound.
Wellness · Hamam · LiquidroomInspired by Tokyo's kissa: vinyl, a sound you feel in your chest, a glass in hand. This is where everyone meets.
Vico Armirà · CommunityYou 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 suitesNutrition and longevity on Piazza Vittorio Veneto. The one space open to everyone, in town.
Piazza Vittorio Veneto · Open to allTen houses woven through the old town, one resort. You come as a member; one can become yours. Every home that finds its family brings the next one into the circle: a resort that grows with its community, and with Salento.
You belong here. And something here belongs to you.









Every 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.
A 2,700-year-old town in the heart of Salento. Inland enough for silence, close enough to everything.
Salento is around the corner.
Baroque in golden pietra leccese.
White sand, Caribbean-blue water.
The pink lagoon of the flamingos.
The Primitivo vineyards, a walk from home.
Medieval Oria and Taranto's MArTA museum.
Direct flights from Europe's main hubs.

White sand and Caribbean-blue water on the Ionian. Solitary coves inside the nature reserve. And in between, beach clubs with the energy of Mykonos and the soul of Salento.



Three suites, this Christmas. The first fifty members will be there, and from them the circle begins. Tell us about yourselves now, and you could be among them.
Secure your placeA 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.
Co-Founder & Chief Vision
Environmental engineer, PhD at Tsinghua, Principal Urban Development Specialist at the Asian Development Bank, six languages. She is finishing saving the world, then she comes home to Manduria: we are keeping her seat warm.
Co-Founder & CEO
Raised in Manduria, Bocconi and a CEIBS MBA in Shanghai, 17 years building businesses across Greater China. Convinced that joy is the ultimate longevity protocol.

"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."
The vaults reappearing, the neighbours' stories, the Founding Members counter. Written by Maria Pia and Mario.