Summary
In a crystalline burst of amber light, a drop of plum brandy detonates into a cosmos of glass; from the shards, a family tree of bottles sprouts like baroque crystal fruit, each orb swelling with sun-drenched orchards and winter frost. Ruttmann’s camera—half microscope, half meteor—dives through the neck of a Kantorowicz flask, past the copper coils of a pre-war still whose rivets throb like ventricles. Inside, fermented time performs a mazurka: apricot becomes gold, gold becomes memory, memory becomes steam that paints the silhouette of a Polish grandmother across the inside of the condenser. The liquid sings in 4/4, percussive droplets hammering a stave of steel; the soundtrack’s metallic xylophone syncopates with the distillery’s heartbeat, turning commerce into incantation. Cut to a stop-motion orchard: every fruit sheds its skin in a reverse autopsy, revealing luminous skeletons of sugar that waltz toward the grinder. A single gooseberry rolls uphill, chasing its own reflection in a curved mirror labeled “1919,” until the mirror liquefies into the final product—a shot glass that births a sunrise over the Vistula. No dialogue, only the slosh of ancestral thirst, the hiss of vapor becoming spirit, the sigh of a family crest burning itself onto the retina like a votive icon. In sixty seconds, Ruttmann distills exile, terroir, and mercantile ecstasy into a haiku of commerce that somehow feels like resurrection.
Synopsis
Animated short subject advertising the Kantorowicz distillery, a Polish based family business specializing in liquids, spirits and fruit juices.
Director
Walter Ruttmann
