Extra virgin. Emphasis on ex. Pressed at 6 a.m. by a machine in Ayvalık — cold, fast, no call afterwards. Now it lives in a Belgian beer bottle, 15 km from Greece, and it isn't over it.
Three thousand years of the same origin story. Athena, the olive branch, “cradle of civilisation”. Adorable. Meanwhile, across 15 km of water, we've been pressing better oil the whole time — we just never bothered to put it in a bottle that didn't look like a chemical spill.
Consider this your notice. Keep the feta. Keep the fisherman on the tin. We'll take the shelf.
A bottle before anyone else. Your name on the back label. The right to say “actually, it's Turkish” at dinner until people stop inviting you.