Spruce sprouts marmalade 100g

And listen to how the silent tree begins to hum, reaching out from the shadow towards the eternal light – the Lapland sun shining through the night.

See how the dark, silent spruce changes. Swallows the light and decorates its fingers with bright green. Hangs its fragrant branches like little spring candles.

Notice how confidently the picker approaches the tree. The man with his basket and boots. He looks at the canvas, surveys the landscape – like the Kemijoki River, he is at home in his auger. He knows where to pick and where not to pick. He folds a spruce at a time, throws it into his basket and guards it carefully.

Do you notice how the spruce nods to the picker, saluting his intention and composure, much more than a foresty machine? The spruce of Lapland, in the lands of forestry, long without its fellow species, recognizes a familiar soul in the picker. Ancestors and mothers whisper from deep in the earth, the picker is again in the Lapland forest – he who knows how to be in touch with nature. Knows how to protect the annual growths, the spirit of the tree – the forests of Lapland.

Watch how the sprouts are carried in baskets to a small village. In Luusua, in Joenniska, stands a house and in its yard is a young female entrepreneur. The picker is an old acquaintance, a reliable partner to her, an expert in the natural products industry. The entrepreneur lifts the sprout to her tongue, chews it very quietly, it seems as if the taste takes her to another world for a moment. She admires the aroma, which has the citrus of the spruce and a hint of resinous sweetness. She thinks that now a good extract and the same devotion of mind are needed to preserve the aromas of the spruce sprouts. She knows that her sprout still need syrup, sugar and, above all, magical kneading.

This is how the full flavor of the spruce cone is captured by hand. Taste it now, it’s a super marmalade – one bite and you’ll have a memory of a Lappish spruce forest in your mouth.