Gone Native

I once broke up with a guy because of trail mix.

A serious outdoorsman, he did a 20-mile bike ride one morning. Afterwards, he tossed dried berries and fruit in his mouth the way most people pop Advil. Letting out a satisfying, “Ahhhh, I can feel the protein and complex carbohydrates coursing through my veins and replenishing my glycogen levels already.”

Mumbling something about different values, I packed up my things immediately.
I knew food was fuel. But I had trouble believing people were able to discern the effects of it as instantly as I could feel from a long pull of cheap champagne. So when I opened what looked like a giant medicine bottle from the 1950s to take my first sip of Native’s cold pressed organic juice, I suspected it would be delicious, but I had zero expectation of it making me feel better so quickly.
But it did. I dropped the adorable black and white striped paper straw into a small bottle of the Simple Carrot Juice and suddenly felt the fog of the weekend lift a little. With each draw of the orange, fire opal liquid, my head felt lighter.

To be clear, I’ve always liked the idea of juicing: it is a healthy, portable, and let’s face it, fashionable, way to consume your fruits and veggies. But why would I drink my meals when I could just eat them? If I know anything from years of college imbibing, consuming a lot of liquid only leaves me hungry.

But Native’s cold pressing method brings out the truest character of each fruit, herb, and vegetable, making it taste more like the vegetable than when you are consuming it whole. First, a grinder pounds the product into a fine powder, and then a hydraulic press frees nutrients without having to use heat or oxidation. This process allows the ingredients to stand up to each other while leaving an overall tuneful impression.

The Sweet Green Juice I sampled solicited what I call the “snozzberry effect.” That is to say, the kale tasted like kale, the bok choy like bok choy, the cucumber like cucumber, and the mint like mint. The juice’s total flavor was so harmonious without jeopardizing any individual integrity that I feel world leaders should take note.

Owner Nicole Salvo also threw in one of their Raw Coconut Waters, explaining it was a local favorite and I had to try it. I squealed, “Oh, yum! I love coconut water!”

Truth: I hate coconut water. It usually tastes like my mouth after ComFest. But Native’s offering is subtle, convincing me why the fruit has its name. You first taste an understated sweetness, which is followed by a pleasing nutty aftertaste. And at $5 a bottle, it won’t perpetuate the guilt I feel from overindulging the night before by rehydrating with this little number.

Which brings me to my final confession: I mixed some Spicy Carrot and Sweet Green Juice with vodka to make a savory sweet Bloody Mary. Why wait for the next day to start the replenishment? •