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Oil entrepreneurs
Ricky Jones ’08 (left) and Dvin Adalian ’09 hang out under
an olive tree along Caltech’s Olive Walk. Their impromptu foray
into olive oil production this past winter has launched a new cultivation
initiative on campus.
Black
Gold, Techer Tea
By Mike Rogers
We may live
in an era of diminishing petroleum resources, but two enterprising Caltech
students recently alerted the Institute to the fact that it is sitting
on valuable oil reserves. Not Brent Sweet Light black crude, alas, but
Pasadena virgin light green—of the olive persuasion.
The Caltech
campus has been home to dozens of Mission olive trees for approximately
80 years, but they’ve rarely been picked. While they’ve been
admired for the shade they provide, they’ve also been blasted for
the squishy, inky slime that they deposit on sidewalks when their overripe
fruit drops to the ground. But the tradition of not-so-benign neglect
is changing, thanks to sophomore Dvin Adalian and junior Ricky Jones.
The two students—both
members of Ruddock House, where Ricky is president—were seeking
relief from typical first-term stress last October, when they stepped
outside for a study break, surveyed the parallel lines of trees along
the eponymously named Olive Walk, and agreed that it would be an admirable
diversion to concoct a batch of olive oil. Several hours later, exhausted
from beating most of the olives off one tree with a large stick and then
washing them, Adalian and Jones had dumped their impromptu crop into an
ice chest and were preparing to leave it outside, when Caltech president
Jean-Lou Chameau and his wife, Carol Carmichael, out on a weekend stroll,
stopped to chat. A longtime proponent of environmental sustainability,
Chameau made the two students an offer they seemingly couldn’t refuse:
if Adalian and Jones could actually distill a respectable amount of olive
oil, he and Carmichael would cook dinner for them.
Inspired
by the prospect of a home-cooked meal, Dvin and Ricky scoured the Internet
for olive oil production methods, then returned to the task a few days
later. They put the cleaned and pitted olives in blenders and created
a mush, which they then cooked in pots for a couple of hours in three
kitchens in Ruddock. “It made a pungent odor that many didn’t
appreciate,” admitted Jones. “It looked like excrement.”
But the noxious side effects of food processing weren’t enough to
stop Kraft from churning up Cheez Whiz or Hormel from spinning out Spam,
and they weren’t about to deter Adalian and Jones either.
To extract
the oil, they first tried using a cinder block to press the resulting
sludge through a plastic bag with tiny holes. When that didn’t work,
they borrowed some window screens and pressed the mixture through them,
squeezing out 40 liters of liquid—mostly water—into a garbage
can. They skimmed the oil off the top, yielding half a liter of oil. “As
it looked more and more like olive oil, we were getting more and more
excited,” Jones said.
But the final
product didn’t exactly look pristine—there was still some
solid material floating around—so they consulted Bruce Hay, associate
professor of biology. He put their mixture in one of his centrifuges,
allowing the students to further refine the liquid and extract pure olive
oil. They gave out samples to friends and family, and, at 10 p.m. one
evening, they dropped by the president’s house and presented a vial
of oil to Chameau and Carmichael. And two weeks later, just after Thanksgiving,
the promised dinner took place, complete with a tasting of the Caltech
olive oil and some store-bought competitors.
“It
had a different flavor from commercial brands, but I think it was on a
par with them,” Jones said. Added Adalian, “I thought it was
good.” Independent consumers were even more enthusiastic. “It
was delicious,” said Carmichael.
As word spread
throughout campus about the students’ epicurean feat, interest in
expanding the olive oil enterprise started to grow. Dean Currie, vice
president for business and finance, asked Delmy Emerson, director of buildings
and grounds, to look into the potential for olive oil production on campus.
Until two years ago, Emerson’s staff had been spraying the trees
to suppress their olive production. Now she’d have to learn how
to set them free.
In late November,
she embarked on her own olive oil experiment. “We collected 250
pounds of olives from Caltech trees and produced three gallons of oil”
with the help of a nonprofit olive oil producer in Ojai, she said. Buildings
and grounds designed its own labels—calling the oil Caltech’s
First—featuring a photo of the Olive Walk. In December, samples
of the oil were presented to members of the Caltech Board of Trustees
and the administration, who agreed that a full-scale harvest in 2007 should
proceed.
“Doing
a full harvest was something we thought was possible,” said Carmichael,
who directed Georgia Tech’s Institute for Sustainable Technology
and Development and now holds the title of senior counselor for external
relations and faculty associate in engineering and applied science at
Caltech. “But I don’t think we’d have the confidence
to go forward without Delmy doing the research.”
The plan
is to have student, staff, and faculty volunteers participate in a one-day
harvest in the fall, when the majority of olives will be ripe for plucking.
Buildings and grounds staff will do the picking, while students, staff,
and faculty will load olives into crates.

Caltech’s
buildings and grounds crew learned about the ins and outs of olive cultivation
from expert Craig Makela, of the Santa Barbara Olive Company, in a talk
on campus this spring.
In March,
Emerson brought to campus Craig Makela, the president of the Santa Barbara
Olive Company, to survey the state of Caltech’s olive trees and
give her grounds crew a few tips on pruning, watering, soil preparation,
and pest control. He observed that Caltech’s olive trees had been
allowed to grow about 30 feet higher than the ideal harvesting height
of 20 feet, which meant that the grounds crew would have to climb ladders
or work out of cherry pickers. He also said that the trees were overwatered
and would need to be adorned with fly traps and sprayed with an organic
insecticide known as Spinosad to protect them from destructive olive fruit
flies.
While the
trees seemed to fall a bit short of Makela’s agricultural ideal,
the ebullient olive meister quickly predicted that the harvest would be
successful—as long as the olives were picked by hand. Beating them
off with a stick, he warned, would cause bruising. “We will pick
about 60 to 70 trees, and I will return to you several hundred gallons
of extra virgin, cold-pressed, hand-picked, organic olive oil,”
he told an audience that included Emerson, her building and grounds team,
interested students, and other administrators, including Carmichael. “You
should have the oil by the end of this year or the beginning of next year.”
Based on
Makela’s projections, Emerson thinks that there should be enough
olive oil to sell in the campus bookstore and maybe online to alumni.
Carmichael noted that the olive oil could also be served with meals in
the Athenaeum. “It’s a process, but it’ll be fun,”
Emerson said. “We know we can make money,” which, she said,
will benefit students and staff through scholarships or other programs.
“We think it’s doable. If we put our efforts together, we
can do it at cost and create revenue.”
We’ll
find out this fall whether the ancient art of olive cultivation, which
dates back some 7,000 years, has a future on Caltech’s high-tech
campus. Carmichael, for one, thinks that an olive harvest will yield benefits
beyond the bottled product. She points out that picking the olives means
that they will no longer litter the Caltech walkways, and that the opportunity
to gather a campus crop offers a “community-building benefit. The
idea is to have an activity that brings people out and makes them more
aware of the physical environment. So many of us have our minds so much
on work that we don’t realize how beautiful the campus is and how
productive it can be.”
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