Over the hill for olive oil

We’re in the middle of a gorgeous weekend over the hill in Martinborough and we’re feeling a little, well, overdressed. Our tonsils are coated with oil. Olive oil soup, olive mash, olive-infused dessert. We’re facing an avalanche of artisan breads dipped in the appley green, mown-grass peppery deliciousness of a river of Wairarapa-grown extra virgin first press oil.