On a sunny hillside in Albinen, our saffron takes its time. Small harvests. Grown by hand. Never rushed. Join the waitlist and be the first to know when the first saffron is ready.
Everything begins on a sunny hillside in Albinen, between two homes. Michi and Georg, neighbours. One day, a simple question came up: why not grow saffron?
Since then, we've been preparing the ground and slowly turning an idea into a field. In late July, the corms go into the soil. One row at a time. Entirely by hand.
Autumn will tell us how the hillside answers. Once the crocuses bloom, every morning counts. We pick at first light, while the hillside is still cool and the flowers still closed. The red threads are plucked the same day, then gently dried.
Each flower leaves us three red threads. Every one of them matters. Nothing goes into the jar until the aroma is right.
One small harvest. From a sunny slope in Albinen.
June 2026. Grass removed. Soil loosened. Stones cleared. Everything by hand. The first section is done. In late July, the corms go into the ground.
Albinen below us. Cliffs across the valley. Between them, our hillside. This is where our saffron grows.
At night, the same hillside becomes something else: quieter, darker, star trails circling above Albinen.
After the autumn harvest. The saffron is dried, then rests for a few weeks until the aroma comes into its own. The waitlist hears first.
A spade, a hoe and a wheelbarrow – that's the machinery. The soil is worked by hand, the corms planted by hand, the flowers picked by hand.
Less than you'd think. A small pinch is usually enough for a risotto for four. Too much, and saffron takes over the dish.
We'll set the price when sales open, once we know how much the harvest gives and how good it is. It should be fair: not supermarket, not luxury theatre – honest handwork. For scale: one gram is a full morning's harvest – around 200 flowers, picked and plucked by hand.
Kept dark, dry and well sealed, saffron lasts a long time. Aroma, colour and flavour peak in the first year or two.
Because we only sell once the saffron is ready and we know how much there is. One harvest. One message. The waitlist comes first.
Our first harvest is limited.
How limited? Nature decides.
No shop. No year-round sales.
One harvest. One message.
And maybe a jar with your name on it.