Half an hour ago the doorbell rang. It was Duncan, the van driver, just arrived from Italy with a very special load. Just 24 hours ago I was still in central Italy, while Duncan was driving across France with a consignment of 13 tins of olive oil in the back. This evening it arrived.
What an exciting moment. The first taste! The past four days in Italy have been so hectic and non-stop we haven't even had an opportunity to taste any of the oil, which came in sealed containers straight onto the truck. How to describe the experience?
Just amazing. This oil lives up to expectations. It's a thick, luminous green the colour of melon juice, and cloudy. It gives off a powerful aroma of grass, leaves, twigs and olive branches. Tasting it is like sipping at some kind of slippery, velvety soup, with a slight astringency and marked peppery aftertaste.
It's so completely fresh and utterly unlike anything in a bottle off a supermarket shelf.
This is a great day. It's the real thing. No more to add.
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