Our story
Our Story · Sarno, Campania · Est. 1960s
From Sarno
to Your Table
Three generations. One uncompromising standard.
Nunzio & Giovanna · Sarno, Campania
It started with
a tomato.
Our grandparents Nunzio and Giovanna built their life in Sarno, a small town in Campania — the birthplace of the San Marzano tomato. They weren't just producers. They were curators. They believed that the people who ate their products deserved to know exactly where their food came from, how it was grown, and who stood behind it.
From their facility in Sarno, the Costabile name reached tables in the United States, Australia and Northern Europe. Workers who spent years with them still say the same thing: it felt less like a company and more like a family.
Albino Costabile · Sarno, Campania
Then the earth
moved.
In 1980, the Irpinia earthquake tore through Campania. Our father Albino and his siblings fought to keep the business alive, but after more than fifty years of activity, the damage was too great. The family business was forced to close.
The name, the labels, the recipes — everything was packed away. For decades, the Costabile standard lived only in memory.
A box in
San Diego.
Sarno, Italy → worldwide → Your table
During a visit to family members who had moved to California, we were handed a box. Inside: photographs, papers, and these labels — from our grandparents' products that had once sat on shelves around the world.
We looked at those labels and saw not just history — but a mission that had never been finished.
We brought
it back.
Angelo and Valentino founded Costabile Brand with one purpose: to carry forward what Nunzio and Giovanna started. Not with tomatoes this time — but with olive oil. The finest we could find.
We searched across Italy until we found a single certified organic estate in Puglia — chosen for its ancient Coratina and Ogliarola groves, its exceptional soil, and its commitment to the same standards our grandparents demanded. The olives are cold-pressed the same day they are harvested. Every bottle carries the harvest year. Nothing is hidden.
This is not a product. It is a promise kept across three generations.
