R&D · September 27, 2026 · 4 min read

Light that weighs oil: good measurement starts with good sampling

What NIR can contribute to olive assessment, and what reception still requires. Real public data, synthetic tests and lessons about noise, water and sampling.

Light that weighs oil: good measurement starts with good sampling

Two deliveries can weigh the same yet contain different amounts of water and oil. Knowing that difference before milling could help organise reception and understand yield. Near-infrared spectroscopy, or NIR, offers a route: illuminate a sample, record the light it returns and relate its spectrum to a reference analysis.

But reading a spectrum is not the same as knowing a delivery’s composition. The instrument needs calibration, the sample must be representative, and the result must hold beyond development data. Our project is at TRL 2: computational work with real public data and simulation. We have neither our own spectrometer nor a mill pilot yet.

What the light sees

Water and fats contribute to different infrared bands. Surface condition, light scattering and acquisition conditions also change the signal. A model may learn useful associations with laboratory values without identifying every component independently and infallibly.

We must also distinguish fruit oil content from oil recovered at the mill: recovery depends on processing. Dry matter is not fat either; it includes other constituents. We keep those reference quantities separate.

The maturity camera studies the exterior. NIR studies another, potentially complementary signal. None of our experiments establishes internal pigmentation without cutting the fruit.

The rest is for key holders

The background is open. We share the results, the figures and the full exam with the cooperatives, olive mills and research teams we work with.

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#Spectroscopy#NIR#Olives#Olive mill#Oil yield#Acidity#Reception#R&D

Viento del pueblo · 1937

Aceituneros

Miguel Hernández

Andaluces de Jaén,
aceituneros altivos,
decidme en el alma: ¿quién,
quién levantó los olivos?

No los levantó la nada,
ni el dinero, ni el señor,
sino la tierra callada,
el trabajo y el sudor.

Unidos al agua pura
y a los planetas unidos,
los tres dieron la hermosura
de los troncos retorcidos.

Levántate, olivo cano,
dijeron al pie del viento.
Y el olivo alzó una mano
poderosa de cimiento.

Andaluces de Jaén,
aceituneros altivos,
decidme en el alma, ¿quién
amamantó los olivos?

Vuestra sangre, vuestra vida,
no la del explotador
que se enriqueció en la herida
generosa de sudor.

No la del terrateniente
que os sepultó en la pobreza,
que os pisoteó la frente,
que os redujo la cabeza.

Árboles que vuestro afán
consagró al centro del día
eran principio de un pan
que sólo el otro comía.

¡Cuántos siglos de aceituna,
los pies y las manos presos,
sol a sol y luna a luna,
pesan sobre vuestros huesos!

Andaluces de Jaén,
aceituneros altivos,
pregunta mi alma: ¿de quién,
de quién son estos olivos?

Jaén, levántate brava
sobre tus piedras lunares,
no vayas a ser esclava
con todos tus olivares.

Dentro de la claridad
del aceite y sus aromas,
indican tu libertad
la libertad de las lomas.

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