Drink the Elixir...

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elixir
/ɪˈlɪksə,ɪˈlɪksɪə/
noun
  1. 1. 

    a magical or medicinal potion.
    "an elixir guaranteed to induce love"

    synonyms:potion, concoction, brew, philtre, decoction; 

    When you have collected all the olives you have to get them to the local frantoia.




    These places are dedicating to processing the olives into oil and can get very busy. You need to book a slot so that you know the time your olives will go through the system so that you can be ready to collect the ‘Elixir’ at the end. 

    We arrived early and had the first slot.

    The weighed olives are tipped down a hole and sent up a belt to have any leaves blown away, then washed and augered up into several macerators before finally being pressed to death to make beautiful green peppery olive oil.

    For every 100kg, (quintale)of olives you get about a 14% ratio of oil, so about 14 litres.


    Bon appetito...
    RIP Pete Shelley...always great to hear ur stuff!



    Drink the Elixir was by a nice little Britpop indie band from 1995 ‘Salad’, which would be perfect for drizzling Tuscan olive oil on....see what I did there?
    I used to love the scratchy guitars on this.....enjoy again here.

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