How it all began
Until just a few decades ago, it was difficult to imagine a knoll in Serbia where, like the most beautiful (derdan), they did not stand out and act important in all their magnificence, the orchards of the queen of plums, the Crvena Ranka and some of its dignified companions, Dragacevke and Trnovace... Crvena Ranka i neke od njenih dostojanstvenih pratilja: Dragacevka, Trnovaca…
It was even harder to imagine a house in front of which the autumn didn't brake smoke from the lamp and spread the intoxicating, united smell of pomace, grain and plum brandy, mixed with the cheerful jag of the neighbour's conversations and all those who would find themselves there to "find" the host and the craftsman.
Now that we have achieved almost a decade of dedicated work on «Žubor sa Kablara» it is difficult to identify when it all really started. Did it all come about when, as children, with a sense of great pride we were entrusted with such an important task in participating with collecting the plums in grandfather's orchard, or did we, more recently as somewhat older children, share that sweetness with the refined taste of that fruit, it’s magnificent midnight blue make it fuller, more mature and unforgettable.
Or maybe when it's all gone, both the fruit and the orchard and the sweetness and the feeling of that night, the plum colour remains in us just like a hum of memories. Or while, somewhere far from our homeland, we search for paths on the way to some new memories and realise that we would not be happy if we did not preserve what is an integral part of our being, until we again hear the murmur that revives tradition from the beginning of the story.
However, we are here now and we hope that Žubor sa Kablara will long live, revive encounters and preserve authenticity written in the power of our ancestors.
Thank you for joining us.