Mauro's
Dobar Tek!
Mauro's acknowledges that we live and work on the unceded land of the Gweagal people of the Dharawal Nation and the Gadigal of the Eora Nation. We pay respect to country; to elders past and present.
Always was, always will be.
© 2024 by Mauro's
Fresh White Truffles
Istrian White Truffle
Our truffles are hand-picked, hand-selected from our families backyard - the revered Istrian forests - the best wild truffle forests in the world.
The Istrian White Truffle (Tuber Magnatum) is among the most unique truffles in the world. Its rich taste and aroma make it the crown jewel of gourmet cuisine. Still, it is much more than just a Croatian delicacy. It's a way of Istrian life.
Our family's passion for hunting truffles the traditional way means we bring you fresh wild truffles direct from their native habitat ensuring the finest quality truffles possible.
We're proud to bring you fresh White Istrian truffles from our table, direct to yours.
Dobrodosli!
Mauro's is a heartfelt homage to our family's heritage of truffle hunting,
a timeless tradition that has journeyed from the soil of Croatia to the landscapes of Australia.
Our Difference
From the Istrian Hills
Our truffle's journey starts in a picturesque sleepy village in Istria. As the sweeping valleys cool down from October to January, our family descend into the forests to find Istrian Gold—the White truffle.
Hunted Wild
Our truffles are meticulously hand-picked with the help of dogs in the traditional way, undergoing a rigorous hand-selection process to ensure each truffle's exceptional aroma, flavour, and quality.
From our Table, To Yours
Each truffle is carefully and quickly shipped fresh, ensuring that only the highest-quality products find their way to your kitchen.
Who is Mauro?
If you've ever met Nono Mauro, you know the way to his heart is through food.
Our family is enormous, split across two continents. Despite being separated by seas, the tradition of feasting is ingrained in our blood.
When we gather we're louder than life. There's always enough food for seconds. We yell, we drink, and we always eat together.
You never leave Nono Mauro's house hungry.
Whether we're in the suburbs of Sydney or the sleepy Selo, the lingering scent of truffle, pecorino, juha, and pršut remains.
In December, we helped Nono harvest fresh Pomodoro from the yard in Sutherland, and would run into the hills of Istria with the dogs to find white truffles.
Good food runs in our blood.
So, take a seat at our table.
Fresh White Truffles
