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It started with one kiln behind the harbour wall
In 1923, my great-grandfather built a single kiln behind the harbour wall in Ardglass and started smoking the fish that came off the boats each morning. He didn’t have a business plan. He had fish, oak, and salt.
Four generations later, we’re still here. The harbour hasn’t changed much. Neither have we. The kilns are bigger now, but the process is the same — dry-cured by hand, smoked slowly over oak, never rushed.
“We don’t rush it, we don’t cut corners, and you can taste the difference. That’s it, really.”
My father ran this place for thirty years. I took over eighteen months ago. Some things I’m changing. The way we smoke the fish isn’t one of them.
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