Rakes tickle branches as families spread nets beneath silver leaves, choosing early fruit for higher polyphenols and spring-green bite. Olives breathe only once picked; haste matters. Within hours they reach the mill, still cool, to avoid defects that flatten flavor and betray a hurried, careless schedule.
Some producers still crush with granite, letting the paste breathe before gentle malaxation; others rely on impeccably clean, sealed lines to minimize oxygen. Both chase balance: bitterness, fruitiness, and pepper. Temperature stays low, under careful watch, because true extra virgin depends on restraint more than brute force.
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