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