Masseria LoJazzo is not just a luxury farm with rooms of inimitable design and a friendly and warm atmosphere. You will also find a village of trulli, an intimate theatre, shady centuries-old trees, a bible, hectares of solitary nature. You'll find a bistro always open, where you can enjoy the delights of the territory and a voice that reads poetry in the evening, in front of a brandy and a homemade chocolate cake. Time is the greatest luxury: here at Masseria LoJazzo he is honored.
The space
From the LIBECCIO TRULLO patio you can see the orchard of the Masseria lojazzo, the Biblioserra, the Pergola, and not far away, the centuries-old holm-oak. It is a small jewel of ancient architecture furnished with delicacy and contemporary taste. Intimate and airy, cozy and full of style, with an antique skylight from which to spy on the stars and old movie chairs overlooking the orchard, Trullo Libeccio is a place of light thoughts and inspiration.
Nothing is left to chance, in Zephyro. Its simplicity stretches out, its elegance entices you to be enveloped by ancient stones. Its unique design, silence and light give it the privilege of an enchanted and sweet atmosphere reminiscent of that of the fairy tales of whenwe were children. And open the door, the private patio offers the view of the magical orchard of Masseria LoJazzo, and the sound of whistling in the wind of the fragments of the ancient trees and vine leaves of the Pergola.
Its fairytale nature is complemented by the presence of every comfort: king-size futon bed, summer and winter air conditioning, private bathroom, free WiFi, tea and coffee facilities and delicious little details that the attentive eye will not miss, such as the staircase-guardaroba leading to the mezzanine, the copper taps with hand-painted levers, or the lamps of historic brands of Italian design.
Zefiro is a place to stay, to read a book sipping a local drink, or to leave, to explore the 20 hectares of the Parco dei Sensi, the private park of the Masseria, or visit the Labyrinth thatenters the Mediterranean scrub, or again, to contemplate some rare birds that drink from the BioLago. Or simply lie beneath the mighty shady branches of the great centuries-old oak.