After harvest


Dense, green, hot, fragrant. The first bottle from Mallorca.

A thousand year old olive tree in Mallorca, one of the many


Antonio Machado (1875-1939): Apuntes (Sketches), detail, to be heard here

Sobre el olivar,
se vio la lechuza
volar y volar.
Campo, campo, campo.
Entre los olivos,
los cortijos blancos.
Y la encina negra,
a medio camino
de Úbeda a Baeza.

Por un ventanal
Entra la lechuza
En la catedral
San Cristobalón
La quiso espantar
Al ver que bebía
Del velón de aceite
De Santa María
La Virgen habló
Déjala que beba
San Cristobalón

Sobre el olivar,
se vio la lechuza
volar y volar.
A Santa María
un ramito verde
volando traía.
¡Campo de Baeza,
soñaré contigo
cuando no te vea!
Over the olive grove
the owl was
flying and flying
Fields, fields, fields
Among the olive trees,
white farmhouses
And the black oak
halfway between
Úbeda and Baeza

Through a window
the owl worked its way
into the cathedral
Giant Saint Christopher
tried to chase it away
seeing that it drank
oil from the lamp
of the Holy Mary.
But Our Lady said
Let him drink of it
Giant Saint Christopher

Over the olive grove
the owl was
flying and flying.
To the Holy Mary
a green sprig
it brought flying.
Fields of Baeza,
I’ll dream with you when I
no longer see you!


The cathedral of Mallorca seen from the sea in 1877, at the inauguration of the horse train line.
From the Mallorca Photoblog