Discovering the history of this wooden treasure

A time when every cupboard smelled of warm milk

Imagine a country house, shelves full of jam jars, and in a cool corner… homemade cheeses. The smell of milk, the one that permeates the wood, wafted gently through the air. The press wasn’t tucked away in a drawer. It was part of everyday life, just like a tea towel or a cutting board.

And deep down, it was more than an object: it was a symbol. A symbol of a time when people knew where their food came from. When every food had a story. A smell. A unique texture. And above all, a value.

What this old press still teaches us today

Today, in our fast-paced lives and ever-full fridges, this little wooden tool may seem  outdated . And yet… it has so much to remind us of. The pleasure of doing it yourself. The pride of a product that we have seen born, evolve, and refine. The beauty of the slow and precise gesture.

This old press is a bit like a forgotten book that we rediscover. It speaks to us of respect: respect for matter, for time, for our own roots. It whispers in our ears that modernity hasn’t invented everything. That sometimes, we just need to return to the essentials to find meaning.