A figure in a white robe stepping out from behind a curtain, holding a red apple

An apple a day,done properly.

Cold-pressed from eleven apples a bottle. Nothing added, nothing hidden, nothing rushed.

Shop the harvest

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Hands grafting a young shoot onto an apple branch

I.

We grow it.

Every tree on our hillside orchard is grafted by hand. Old varieties, slow growth, real flavour.

Looking up into an apple tree full of ripe apples

II.

We pick it.

Only when the apple lets go of the branch on its own. Not a day before.

Eleven apples.
One bottle.

11

apples pressed into every 330 ml bottle

0 g

added sugar. The orchard did the sweetening

24 h

from branch to bottle, cold-pressed, never heated

Hands holding a red apple sliced in half

III.

We press it.

Slowly, on a press built by our own hands. No concentrate, no water, no shortcuts.

Two craftsmen building a wooden apple press against a blue sky

IV.

Made by people,
not plants.

Twelve of us, one orchard, one press. If it isn't good enough to drink ourselves, it doesn't leave.

The harvest

Three bottles. All apple.

Classic Red

Gala and Braeburn. Round, sweet, honest.

$5.50

Green & Ginger

Granny Smith with fresh ginger. Sharp and awake.

$5.90

Sparkling Pink

Pink Lady apples, lightly sparkling. A celebration.

$6.20
A figure on marble steps pointing at a starry blue sky

Reach for
the good stuff.

First pick of every harvest. No spam, ever.