Time stands still in Bialowieza, Poland’s last remaining primeval forest. So still, the snap of a twig alerts the native Konik to gather and gallop at great speed through the ancient forest. Sure footed on their time-worn path, their shimmering tails brush and blend with the silver birch, stirring up the pure air of this enchanted place.
The primeval Konik is the elusive spirit of the forest. To catch a glimpse is said to ensure a good harvest for the making of great vodka.
In times gone by Koniks were disturbed from
their winter world, and harnessed to help with
the harvest, gathering the precious grains
selected for this
most classic of vodkas ...