Our Miller's Anecdote
At the first light of day, I head to the mill to sort the olives arriving from the orchards. The fresh scent of the fruit fills the air, and the steady hum of the machinery accompanies my every move. I check the quality of each batch, adjust the pressing pace, and monitor the temperature to preserve the full range of aromas. These quiet yet demanding moments are essential: it is here, in the miller’s hands, that the olive transforms into oil and the orchard’s true character is revealed.
Anthony
Head Miller + Maintenance
