The photo essay
The Grove
One estate across one year. Blossom to harvest to the first oil off the press, in the order the year gave them.
A grove is a slow argument with the weather. This is one year of it: blossom set in spring, fruit hardened through summer, and the whole vintage decided in a few cold days of November.
Blossom, late May. The grove sets more flower than it will ever carry.
The drupes harden through summer; first frost finds them in November.
“Picking starts when the cold does, and the mill never stops until the last crate is empty.”
The mill at first light. From tree to stone in under five hours.
The first oil comes off cloudy and bright green, still warm from the press. It is racked once, never filtered, and rested only long enough to bottle.
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