…make me happy that we choose olive oil for our soap!

I just returned from Greece and found the Olive trees nearly coming of age. They will mature and be ready to fall into their nets that spread the length of the orchards for as far as your eyes can see.

These age old trees are a delight-some over 300 years of old-growth which makes for better olives and more distinguished olive oil.

This ancient land and its bountiful groves are evidence that we all crave finer oils, learning the process makes it more inviting and worthy of the few extra dollars spent on this delicate oil.

Photographs and drawings most always include olives either being consumed or used in some fashion. Almost everyone has a few trees growing on their land.

At harvest they all come out and the smell is rich with the ripeness and the friendly chatter of villagers gathering their harvested olives and making their way down to the mill.

Although the old mills are no longer in use and a more conventional pressing takes its place, there still remains an old mill, a permanent fixture in every village. The reminder is present and forever dear to the hearts of all that would gather around to help press their olives into oil.

I have included a few pictures of old presses. I never tire of the beauty of these groves, so many pictures, I will share these few.