Well it's a quite interesting story... When George came in the bar where I was working at that time, I understood right away that we had something in common, and I'm not talking about the impossible correct spelling of our full names, but what I mean is the love for alcoholic beverages almost unknown liquors.
As soon as George offered me a taste of that mysterious liquid (that what Mastiha was at that time), a clear picture came in my mind...
It was summer, and like every summer day, the grandmother was going to the field to take care of her crops bringing along the little boy who was continuously asking questions about everything he was seeing around.
When suddenly under a nice and refreshing fig tree shade, surrounded by chillies plants the young boy wondering around, ran into a small green bush. He smelled it and he got kind of snatched by the intense aroma and bouquet. He asked to his grandma how the plant was called.
The old woman said: “I don’t know my love it has been there forever it doesn’t grow up and it doesn’t give us any kind of fruit but I really like its scent and look, it’s always green, makes me happy”, that kind of sentence that just a grandma can say..
The little boy that in the mean time has become a grown damn ass never forgot about that particular scent that the bush was releasing but unfortunately he never had the chance to know what kind of plant it was. Until after many many years in a differs part of the world, he met a man who walked inside the bar where he was working, he was holding a bottle and offered a little taste of it, as soon as the bartender got his nose to the glass, something familiar jumped in his mind. Suddenly, the old summer days among figs, chillies, ginger his beautiful grandma and a mystery green plant were back again.
Ladies and gentlemen this is THE FAMILY TREE my tribute to a great liquor that has been always with me even if a didn’t remember.