South slope · Forty hectares · One harvest a year
A thousand rows on a south-facing slope. One harvest a year — and six weeks in which the orchard gives back everything it has gathered since spring.
Varieties
Three varieties. Three weeks of harvest.
late September
Deep burgundy, dense and sweet. The postcard apple — except with a scent no postcard has.
early October
Bright and tart-sweet. Keeps until spring and only gains in flavour. Our pick for apple pie.
mid-October
Last of the season and the most fragrant. Picked after the first cold nights — they give it its sweetness.
Selection
Of ten apples on the branch,
one makes it to the crate.
Our Farm
Grandfather planted this orchard in 1987. The rule has never changed since: the tree matters more than the plan. In a hard year we harvest less — we never take from a branch what it does not have.
Three generations · One orchard
The Press
Pressed the way it was done
a hundred years ago.
Cold-pressed within hours of picking. Nothing added — just the apple, the screw and the wheel.
The Season
You can see the orchard from the road
three kilometres away. The taste carries further.
A thousand rows on a south-facing slope. One harvest a year — and six weeks in which the orchard gives back everything it has gathered since spring. Of ten apples on the branch, one makes it to the crate.
Varieties
Late September to mid-October. Deep burgundy Red Chief; bright, long-keeping Idared; fragrant Florina picked after the first cold nights. 42 days of harvest, 6° in cold storage.
Our Farm
The rule has never changed since: the tree matters more than the plan. In a hard year we harvest less — we never take from a branch what it does not have.