Pampucet is the Piedmontese name of the primrose. A flower that sprouts in our meadows from the ground hardened by the winter frost and blooms in the first rays of the sun, light caresses that speak of life. Sign of awakening and restart.
This is what we offer to our guests: a break and a restart.

A place to regenerate and flourish surrounded by the many loves that are breathed in this ancient eighteenth-century rectory.  The love for nature and roses, for the views of the gentle hills of Monferrato, for the silence broken only by the chimes of the nearby bell tower.
Antonella’s passion for books, many scattered everywhere in the house and for the poetry that we often read aloud on Sunday mornings with some poet/artist friends who pass by.

Love for music and art, for the beautiful things in life, good food, local wines, intimate chat at sunset.
The love for simplicity. But also the love of Antonella and Silvano, the owners, because nothing else in the world could have convinced Silvano, an old sea dog, to abandon his sailing boat.
Pampucet is a memory.

The memory of the ancient dialect of this land, a world that was and will be.
Finding our roots is essential to bloom again. Well planted trees resist storms, so do we, if we know ourselves deeply.

Pampucet is a place of slowness and wonder, to rediscover your own path by starting first from the essential parts of our souls.
Antonella and Silvano