In blossom
Our olives are boasting in blossom above the village, in spring.
They're close enough on Vrnaki, to be easily seen,
they're far enough to grow undisturbed.
Hopingly they never may freeze.
They're close enough on Vrnaki, to be easily seen,
they're far enough to grow undisturbed.
Hopingly they never may freeze.
The 2018 harvest has been bottled.
In fruit
And then it begins.
Very tinny first, greater and fatter from day to day - the fruits.
It's sweating in the sun. Burja from north meeting the Adriatic air strolling about the Kars plane will give it that something only our olives can have, ours from the north.
Turning to oil
November is harvest time.
It must turn into oil from the fruit in just a few hours,
No sin can be done, virgin it must remain. Extra virgin.
Noble juice. A bit spicy Belica bride to velvet soft Licino.
In the exact share of both.
Jrnijevo.
It must turn into oil from the fruit in just a few hours,
No sin can be done, virgin it must remain. Extra virgin.
Noble juice. A bit spicy Belica bride to velvet soft Licino.
In the exact share of both.
Jrnijevo.