Here begins our story

  • 1996

  • The beginning

    Be Welcome to the World Taboa !!!
    You will be part of a past. Here it was.
    The beginning… Taboa Bar was the first:
    1 Bonito´s prefecture (the owner of Taboa is the granddaughter of the 1st elected mayor of Bonito in 1958)
    1 Cinema (Cine Bonito)
    1 Bank (Financial)
    1 Grocery store (Mug Bar)
    1 Tourism Agency (Hapakany Tour)
  • The beginning - Taboa Bar

    In 1995 when I came to Bonito the bar already existed. My brother Cleto Fontoura and his friend Eduardo Paziam set up the bar. Selling drinks of Bahia and fries bought in Ponta Pora. It was a bar just for parties. They put dance and shake music. They open just for parties, then, they close the bar until the next party. On the outside they covered with bacuri, and a black plastic, this, to cover the bar on the rainy days. The bar used to look like a beach bar. No rules just have fun. It was a genius idea! I miss those times.
    One day my annoying sister and me came to Bonito just for spending some days. We hadn’t come to Bonito in a long time. This city race me, I grown up here.
    Me as always has been the most rebel sister, I didn´t care about rules. But when it comes to job I always take that serious and I always worked a lot. So when I saw that abandoned bar named “Taboa bem” I asked my mother if she was ok if I stayed here an open the bar just for have a distraction because I didn’t want to went back to Campo Grande yet.
    My mom believed that it was a great idea, so I called my brother and started to build everything again… I remove the part “bem” and leave just “Taboa”. I was with no money. I asked my mother for a check borrowed. To supply everything… I will never forget…. She lent me a check for 242.38R postdated.
    And there I was in the market. I made the 1st purchase remember like it was today. I again feel the excitement to work. I love to work, to produce. And I opened the bar. But this time the bar was different, It wasn’t a bar just for parties, so there was no loud music or people dancing.
    I start playing the music that I like MPB, Pop rock, forró and Brazilian music of 1st quality.
    I open the bar in holidays, it was awesome. I paid my mom before 30 days, and I think “I need to stay” but on the other hand I also think that I needed to return to Campo Grande cause all my life was there.
    So I decided to stay and when I realized I was buying more stuff for the bar and changing everything… that´s the story of the bar.. then the cachaça Taboa was invented.

  • The mixture of flavors that worked out.

    I do not know exactly the day. I only know it was cold, very cold, the bar was already happening. I had practically already taken everything…” How many things I have gained in my life. “Thanks to those who invented the installment plan”.
    But let’s return to the story and to the cold nights. Poe cold it. The close together friends. The sound quality rolling. But nothing warming. And people on the street. At that time I had a lot more local people on the streets. The tourism comes slowly. I always like merchant friend. Wanting to please the crowd. I thought. I’ll mix some spirits with guarana powder, cinnamon, honey and some herbs. “I always liked to make tea and had varieties and dry leaves in my kitchen.” To give as strip like this cold. And La I went to my mini kitchen. “That was actually the kitchen of my grandmother’s house fund” Dona Lair, and began to mix in by the fire. And mix and taste. “At that time I liked to drink. Until I discovered. Or that I drank or who drank ran. I chose the second option ”
    But let’s go. In this mix. From one came to one, one to the other. I realized that everybody liked. And that was heating up the moçada. And I was watching and improving. And working the drink. In winter it was warm. And in the summer it was great in the refrigerator. Ai was. Going. And this time came the tourist and they liked the cattail. And asked “puts a bottle will lead to a Friend” And another bottle and another and so it was.
    One day someone in Bonito said what does that Poe woman in this drink all drink and go crazy. “Just forgot to see how much they drank” but small town. Gossip in the air. I thought it best not to compromise me and not compromise my client. Hence I decided to send to analyze and record the drink. That there be no doubt of origin. And shut your mouth a little of that talk. But they do not participate. “Today I am grateful to the person who was gossip” After all thanks to the gossip I grew up. And today I have my drink recognized by MINISTRY OF AGRICULTURE. awesome!!! Thus was born the Taboa INDUSTRIA E COMERCIO DE BEBIDA LTDA. Now let´s talk about the tour.

  • The Beginning - Taboa Crafts - Boutique Taboa

    It is strangely magical when you stop and watch everything was made and when you see where all began. And wonder how it has become?
    I know what I did. And so I worked. Sometimes I saw as a workhorse. With my visor just looking forward and sometimes forgetting to look next. And pay attention even as I myself was with my stuff, but life has its own way of conducting things. And so she did . One day after the factory ready for visitation. Stop in the center of the courtyard. I removed my shoes. I stepped on the grass and watched. And I thought to myself. Now it’s time to stop, and organize everything and live a little quieter. But while he thought about it. I felt that something was missing more. The place was asking something else … There in that space. That was not only the factory. Only show the bottles … Planting … Packaging … Or still. The place was asking more … The remains of the straw moved. And the land which I walked on. He spoke to me. When clean straw. It has plenty left over fiber … “before going to the post with” lacked people to help me make wills. And they came … And this fiber began to turn into lamp … Masks … The straw that previously only lined bottles turn into trays … The chintz towels that are exchanged at the bar every 06 months turn into details of the crafts … Feeling land … earth turns clay. I thought … What would give a piece of our land to each carry through clay crafts. “Clay is made by us in their own produces” And so were happening more things at a time when I thought everything was concluded all. I had certainty of transformation that is life. Exactly there. Stepping on the grass, feeling the earth. It is the 6th sense, what alert you that life is a transformation you tell. And so we have the Taboa ceramics. Made of clay with tanned water in herbs What makes you closer to that moment. With this sense. That only those who are allowed. You can feel …
    WELCOME TO THE TABOA WORLD!!!

  • The Beginning - Taboa Crafts - Boutique Taboa

    It is strangely magical when you stop and watch everything was made and when you see where all began. And wonder how it has become?
    I know what I did. And so I worked. Sometimes I saw as a workhorse. With my visor just looking forward and sometimes forgetting to look next. And pay attention even as I myself was with my stuff, but life has its own way of conducting things. And so she did . One day after the factory ready for visitation. Stop in the center of the courtyard. I removed my shoes. I stepped on the grass and watched. And I thought to myself. Now it’s time to stop, and organize everything and live a little quieter. But while he thought about it. I felt that something was missing more. The place was asking something else … There in that space. That was not only the factory. Only show the bottles … Planting … Packaging … Or still. The place was asking more … The remains of the straw moved. And the land which I walked on. He spoke to me. When clean straw. It has plenty left over fiber … “before going to the post with” lacked people to help me make wills. And they came … And this fiber began to turn into lamp … Masks … The straw that previously only lined bottles turn into trays … The chintz towels that are exchanged at the bar every 06 months turn into details of the crafts … Feeling land … earth turns clay. I thought … What would give a piece of our land to each carry through clay crafts. “Clay is made by us in their own produces” And so were happening more things at a time when I thought everything was concluded all. I had certainty of transformation that is life. Exactly there. Stepping on the grass, feeling the earth. It is the 6th sense, what alert you that life is a transformation you tell. And so we have the Taboa ceramics. Made of clay with tanned water in herbs What makes you closer to that moment. With this sense. That only those who are allowed. You can feel …
    WELCOME TO THE TABOA WORLD!!!

  • Tanks

    There are so many people whom I thank, I don’t even know where to begin. I thank God first, the angels and all the energies that protect me, take care of me and guide me. Thanks!!! Thanks to all my past. I´m thankful with my father. A big man. That where it is see that the greatest legacy he left me was his creativity. Its dynamic. His claw. His way of innovation. Thank my father. Love you so much.
    I thank my mother for your good taste your strength and support. For driving me forever, since the begging. Why hold my wave today. It is affectionately mad. “Our genius … lol” I love you too mom. I thank all the people who are now my side. The all that have been with me in the low and high season. To all the people that are not longer here but someday they were part of my life and part of the construction of Taboa. Because with everyone I learn something, I exchange something.
    Thank you.
    I thank everyone! Cheers!
    Also I thank to all the people that was against me because they helped me to grow up. It is very easy to twist against … judge … Envy … Cursing … Gossip … Telling lies … It is very easy… But each has its time to learn. And their way of learning. Some learn and recognize. Others remain in ignorance. And the meanness to give noble sentiments. noble thoughts … Thanks.