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July 12th 2021

ARE YOU READY FOR THE BARLEY HARVEST?

The first summer heat has arrived, which for us means the barley has dried to perfection!
We’re ready to dive into the golden fields and begin the harvest!
The threshing is a big moment—both for production and for the spirit.
This tradition has inspired ballads and legends over the years, because it’s a magical time, almost an intimate ritual between nature and us mere mortals who savor its fruits. We’d like to show you the magic, the journey of our barley—before it becomes beer, before it becomes shared joy. We want to show you the power hidden in a single grain.

THRESHING AT OLTREMONDO

The first selection of barley happens right in the field. We inspect the grains carefully, choosing only the toughest, healthiest, and finest. We clean it of other seeds, blow away the debris, and weigh it proudly—grain by grain.
Then it’s stored in large sacks and moved to our external cold room, where it will rest for around 60 days. After this dormancy period, it will be ready to germinate.
But as the saying goes, the tests never end—and the barley isn’t exempt. After its rest, it will be analyzed to determine whether it’s suitable for malting. If it passes, it faces a second test: checking for aflatoxins and food safety compliance.
Our friends at the “Malteria Italiana Artigianale” handle this phase. Once we get the green light, we’re ready to send them our first 10 tons of barley. It will return to us as malt— not just any malt, but one specially designed for Oltremondo: a light malt, perfect as the base for all our beers.
Two weeks later, our batch is ready to come home—and we’re ready to brew again!

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THE CELEBRATION AND BALLADS OF PAST AND PRESENT

As we said, threshing has always been a big celebration—going back centuries—because it gathers many people together for long hours in the fields. But fatigue gives way to joy when it’s time for the Ventora, the mid-harvest break.Just like the label on our beer VENTORA illustrated by Davide Chiacchiarini, it marks a moment of pause—a clock tied to a hot air balloon... and suddenly it’s snack time.

Time to open the GLUPPA, the basket or cloth bag the worker brings to the field. Even more regenerating was the old tradition of dinner after hand-threshing in the farmyard, when everyone brought something to eat and danced late into the night.
Today, tools and timing have changed, but neighbors still drop by the fields for a beer at sundown ... and those beers perfectly capture and celebrate the daily satisfaction and weariness.

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Speaking of celebration… ever heard of JOHN BARLEYCORN or as we’d call him, Giovanni Chicco d’Orzo?
It’s a legendary English folk song dating back to the 1600s. One of the most famous versions was revived by the band Traffic. John Barleycorn is the personification of barley and its transformation into beer and whiskey. His journey is one of life, growth, sacrifice, and rebirth. According to tradition, the final sheaf of barley was felled by everyone throwing their scythes at once—to share in the act. It’s a fascinating story—one that echoes our journey and the legacy of those who came before us. So before heading back to the fields, we leave you with the lyrics to this timeless ballad. Raise your scythes, raise your beers—let’s honor this rebirth! Happy harvesting to us all—may the yield be rich and our thirst well quenched!

JOHN BARLEYCORN MUST DIE

There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They've let him stand till midsummer's day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn

JOHN BARLEYCORN DEVE MORIRE

C’erano tre uomini che venivano da occidente,
per tentare la fortuna
e questi tre uomini fecero un solenne voto
John Barleycorn deve morire
loro avevano arato, avevano seminato, loro avevano dissodato
e avevano gettato zolle di terra sulla sua testa
e questi tre uomini fecero un solenne voto
John Barleycorn era morto
lo lasciarono giacere per un tempo molto lungo,
fino a che scese la pioggia dal cielo
e il piccolo sir John tirò fuori la sua testa
e lasciò tutti di stucco
loro l’avevano lasciato steso fino al giorno di mezza estate
e fino ad allora lui era sembrato pallido e smorto
e al piccolo Sir John crebbe una lunga lunga barba
e così divenne un uomo
Loro avevano assoldato uomini con falci veramente affilate
per tagliargli via le gambe
l’avevano avvolto e legato tutto attorno,
trattandolo nel modo più brutale
avevano assoldato uomini con i loro forconi affilati
che avevano conficcato nel (suo) cuore
e il carrettiere lo trattò peggio di così
perché lo legò al carro
e andarono con il carro tutto intorno al campo
finché arrivarono al granaio
e fecero un solenne giuramento
sul povero John Barleycorn
Assoldarono uomini con bastoni uncinati
per strappargli via la pelle dalle ossa
e il mugnaio lo trattò peggio di così
perché lo pressò tra due pietre
e il piccolo Sir John con la sua botte di noce
e la sua acquavite nel bicchiere
e il piccolo sir John con la sua botte di noce
dimostrò che era l’uomo più forte dopo tutto
Il cacciatore non può suonare il suo corno
così forte per cacciare la volpe
e lo stagnaio non può riparare un bricco o una pentola
senza un piccolo (sorso) di grano d’orzo.

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