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n. A brandy from northern Spain, made from grapes.
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Orujo is a pomace brandy (a liquor obtained from the distillation of marc, the solid remains left after pressing of the grape) from northern Spain. It is a transparent spirit with an alcohol content over 50% (100° proof). Its name comes from the expression " aguardiente de orujo" (pomace spirit).
It is a popular beverage in northwest Spain, especially Galicia, where it is called aguardiente (firewater) or caña, and is an element of collective identity. It is also known in Asturias, Castile and León, and Cantabria (principally in the valley of Liébana), where it has become an artisanal craft for some families who after making wine for themselves distil the pomace in a little pot still. Many high-quality distilled spirits have appeared in the last twenty years, including some origin appellations (in Spanish D.O.). These are obtained from quality grapes and produced according to the highest standards and are replacing the traditional homemade liquor, nowadays only available in small villages.
Alpeorujo is the solid liquid waste generated by the new two-phase method of olive oil extraction.
Orujo is called the wet solid waste, which is generated by the traditional methods of extraction, based on presses, and the continuous three-phase decanting processes. The process generates additionally one stream of olive oil and two streams of wastes, the Orujo and an aqueous waste called alpechín.
Usage examples of "orujo".
Lujon saw that in response to his hand signal Orujo had stepped into Banne's field of view.
Once or twice, Orujo almost lost his balance as the friable rock underfoot gave way.
He did not need her arm around his narrow waist but, being Orujo, he enjoyed the attention.
Krystren found herself wondering whether Orujo had this in mind all along, a trophy greater than any other to take back to his lover, Krystren's brother, Courion.
She watched Orujo reach for it, his outstretched fingers almost grasping it on its first rebound off the rubble, and then that stretch—the stretch of his beautiful sculptured, hard-muscled body, a body whose every square centimeter Courion knew and cherished—as he leaned out over the sheer slope.
They swam with Krystren, and wept for Orujo, understanding why a week after dazedly hauling herself out of the Oppamonifex caldera she was waiting at the port of Celiocco when Courion's ship had nosed in.
She had meant to give it to him, to return the gift he had given to Orujo, but his shock, the misery in his face, had driven all thought of it from her mind.
When the smell of the ground and the foliage began to revive her, Orujo struck her again, driving a knuckle into the soft indentation behind the orbital bone, and she collapsed in his arms.
Lujon knew he had to be careful when dealing with Orujo, but the more he was exposed to the power of necromancy, the more impatient for it he became.
Her own mission had been made moot by Courion's death, but that did not mean she was simply going to roll over and defect as Orujo wanted her to do.
Though the archon was not in evidence, Lujon was there with Orujo and Krystren.
Lujon caught him as he collapsed, while Orujo gathered Riane into his arms.
She whirled, to witness the resurrection of the dead, for Orujo, stirring, opened sightless eyes.
The cube of worn red jade rolled across her fingertips, from Orujo to Courion to her.
She watched Orujo reach for it, his outstretched fingers almost grasping it on its first rebound off the rubble, and then that stretch-the stretch of his beautiful sculptured, hard-muscled body, a body whose every square centimeter Courion knew and cherished-as he leaned out over the sheer slope.