Harvest colors, hand-dyed once, worn forever.
The Vendemmia arrives in the hour between vineyard and table — a voluminous kimono-wrap silhouette cut from Elena's small-batch silk satin, its layered skirt holding the exact tension between burnt sienna and crimson that only pomegranate and madder root, pulled in the same dye lot, can produce. Dramatic balloon sleeves collapse into deep structured cuffs; the floor-sweeping hem trails with quiet authority. A slim hand-cut leather belt, finished with a tassel detail, cinches the wrap without apology. Because each lot is dyed by hand in Florence, no two Vendemmia gowns carry precisely the same depth of color — yours will deepen further still with every season you wear it.