WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
Before it became a distillery, Balancal was a field. A sloping patch of land where the wind rocked golden oats in tune with the seasons. The name comes from that rhythm — a place of gentle movement and quiet permanence. Framed by stone walls and kissed by mountain mist, this soil once fed hands, families, and stories. Nothing rushed here. Time flowed like a levada stream — steady, unforced, natural. Today, the spirit of that field lives on in copper stills and aged wood. More than a place, Balancal is origin — a steady pulse of land, memory, and craft.
THE SPIRIT OF THE PLACE
Balancal is more than a name — it’s a feeling. Footsteps echoing on wet stone. The scent of fire warming copper. Light filtered through trees. It’s a place where doing and being intertwine. Where nature’s silence mingles with the whisper of distillation. Every drop carries the memory of the field and the intention of the hands behind it. To craft here is to honour what came before — with patience, respect, and purpose. At Balancal, every spirit is a quiet tribute to the land and its stories.
