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kenjed · 1 year
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Gerontoelia is the oldest olive tree in the world on the island of Naxos, Greece, in the village Kastri. It is estimated to be over 5,000 years old.
Gerontoelia is behind a stone wall, so I couldn't get up close (seen here), but here is another olive tree on the same grove. By size I believe it would also be thousands of years old.
Archaeological evidence and examination of fossil olive leaves in the Aegean area, inform us of the existence of olive trees 50,000 years ago.
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howamidrivinginlimbo · 3 months
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The ancient olive yard of Masseria Brancati
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vyorei · 11 months
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I found a post about Palestine and olive trees about a week ago, this reminded me of it so I'm gonna post the text below.
This was posted on Facebook by Dima Seelawi on the 29th of October 2018, it just happened to find its way to my newsfeed:
"When I was young, I never really understood my parents insistence to only use olive oil imported from Palestine. It took a long time and a great distance in a process that was neither cheap nor convenient. The oil came in old beat-up containers that did not look appealing to me at all. In my head, if they wanted to support distant family back home, they could just send them money and save us and them a big hassle. We could just use the nice looking olive oil containers from the nearby store. Yet, this was never an option in our household. The only olive oil we used at home was from Palestine.
As I grew up and started a student part-time job, I worked with olive oil a little. I knew all about olive oil imported from Spain, Italy, and other countries. I knew which ones were better and more expensive. I also learned to tell, based on the pungent taste, which ones were extra virgin. I was tempted to use my employee discount to bring home one of the fancy bottles and use at our kitchen. I could not get myself to do it, and I did not exactly know why. I felt like it would be disrespectful to my parents even if it didn’t make sense to me. It did not feel right. It was not an option.
After living in Palestine for a year during the olive picking season, something changed. The olive picking season in Palestine is holy.
Palestinians relate to the weather based on how it would benefit or harm the olives. There is well-known unspoken rule about treating olive trees with respect. There is a day off from work just to pick olives. On public transportation, it is not unusual to hear someone on the phone telling their friend to stop by for their share of this year’s olive oil stored in what used to be a Coca-Cola or a liquor bottle. A driver will stop in the middle of the way to give his brother- in- law a jar of olives that are so close to one another that they start to crush showing their insides.
In Nablus, the owner of the Nabulsi soap factory takes pride in how picky he is about getting his olive oil. He insists on filling a cup to let me smell how authentic it is and smirks as he sees my diasporic facial expressions transform in appreciation of its strong smell running through all of my brain cells.
I started noticing how olive oil is an essential part of so many dishes. “Palestinians drink more olive oil than water” I would jokingly say and they would laugh in agreement. Olive oil is truly an everyday ritual.
They fantasize about its color when it’s fresh and remind me that it starts to change as it reacts with oxygen over time. They dip their bread into olive oil, just like that and without any additions, and enjoy it more than the sweetest of all foods. I can guarantee that every lunch invitation (عزومة) I received during the olive-picking season was a chance for my hosts to share their olive oil using Msakhan (a traditional Palestinian dish).
I now have a deeper understanding of the psychology behind the burning of olive trees by Israeli settlers and why farmers moan at the scene as if they lost a loved one.
Wherever you are, if it’s accessible to you, make sure your olive oil is Palestinian. Your ancestors would want that."
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Link to the article in the header image:
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i-am-aprl · 9 months
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A Palestinian grandfather protects his thousand year old olive trees from IOF soldiers, trying to raze his land. This is the brutality of the Israeli Zionist regime. Trying to erase every thing that is Palestinian from this land. The earth in Palestine belongs to us and it will not forget. No matter how many trees they uproot.
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nickysfacts · 11 months
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You can try all you want, their cultural and historical roots will always remain🫒
🇵🇸🌳🇵🇸
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the-lady-maddy · 4 months
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artemlegere-art · 13 days
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Olive Trees with Yellow Sky and Sun
Artist: Vincent van Gogh
Date: 1899
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Collection: Minneapolis Institute of Arts, Minneapolis
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octarinespill · 6 months
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Viktoria Kalaichi
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davidcarpenterart · 1 year
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Olive Trees II
Deià 2023.
Instagram @davidcarpenterart
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stewyonmolly · 7 months
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nonna olga’s bring-to-everything yogurt cake to which i added tons of orange zest, fresh grated ginger, ground ginger, and ground cardamom, plus i baked it in a bundt pan. i always use olive oil for this which is so nice w the orange and spices :-) gm
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fitgothgirl · 9 months
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Just purchased! (Second pic is a sticker 10-pack)
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The Promised Land
A land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranates, A land of olive trees and honey — Deuteronomy 8:8 | New Revised Standard Version (NRSV) New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright © 1989 the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 49:11; Deuteronomy 8:7; Deuteronomy 8:9; Deuteronomy 32:13
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callmepussylover09 · 1 year
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mackice, smatram da nitko osim nas ne zasluzuje biti sretan
#priyjatno
#sreca
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Badolato, Calabria, Italy
Source: Viaggio Italiano
Follow us on Instagram, @calabria_mediterranea
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dougielombax · 9 months
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The only language these arrogant pigs know is that of wanton destruction.
And they call themselves Syria’s saviours. When they’ve sold out and now only work for Turkey’s blood money. Doing Erdogan’s dirty work.
This is genuinely despicable! Smashing up old archaeological sites! Fuckers are no better than Isis!
Reblog the shit out of this.
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torgawl · 1 year
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olive oil costing 4 euros a bottle is the most dystopian thing i ever saw
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