Apple Cider Vinegar – Born of the Orchard, Sharpened by the Mountain Air

Not every apple becomes memory. These do.
Grown in the rare southeastern village soils of Albania, where the nights are crisp and the summers lean bright, these apples carry a tension between sweetness and bite.

Fermented with patience, their juice evolves into a vinegar that does not mimic—it declares. It carries the perfume of fruit still on the branch, yet sharpens into a clarity that cuts through oil, steadies dressings, and dignifies even water.

This is not a bottle of vinegar.
This is the story of an orchard climate no map can buy.
Harvested for those who know the difference.