Indie may be just a pup, but she has a good nose for truffles.
The 7-month-old springer spaniel has just finished her first season sniffing out the culinary delicacy at Trufflewood, owned by Lance and Nikki Dodd, also newcomers to thetruffle industry.
They have been surprised at Indie’s ability to smell out the Black Périgord truffles, which grow at their truffière at Paengaroa in the Bay of Plenty.
The half-hectare stand of 210 oak and hazelnut trees was originally planted by previous owners, Colin and Maureen Binns, in 2008.
The Dodds are excited about taking on the venture 25 years after being forced off their farms in Zimbabwe during that country’s land-reform programme.
Lance studied horticulture and has since had several roles over more than a decade in New Zealand’s kiwifruit industry, but the “mysterious” pungent, underground fungi are a novelty.
“I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t know what a truffle was until we came here,” he said.
“It’s very unique, it’s very special, it’s very rare.”
On a chilly day in late winter, with the truffle harvest pretty well done, we head out into the paddock to see if Indie can sniff out any more.
Nikki has her on a harness and lead, encouraging her, as the pup quickly moves from tree to tree, her nose at work, tail wagging.
It appears the harvest is not yet over, and we’re all soon heads down to the soil, sniffing the ground alongside Indie.
Each likely spot is marked with a small red flag, and Lance moves in with a small digging tool to gently scratch the surface in search of the elusive truffle.
“I would say she’s bang on every time,” Lance said, noting it was the humans who missed finding them.
“Sometimes, they can smell so strong and they’ll be the size of a pea, and you’ve just missed it and you get all excited, thinking there’s got to be something really good in here,” Nikki said.
Lance and Nikki Dodd in their Paengaroa truffière. Photo / RNZ, Sally Round
The smell is strong and unmistakable.
For Nikki, it has a whiff of Christmas about it, and for Lance, it’s a little more complex.
“I didn’t like the smell the first time,” he said.
“It had a sort of beetrooty, garlicky, strange smell.
“I wasn’t sure what I was smelling.
Lance holds a truffle out for Nikki to smell, as Indie looks on. Photo / RNZ, Sally Round
“To be fair, as the seasons progressed, I fell in love with it.
“It’s a good smell. It smells earthy, chocolatey, and yeah, I love it.”
They trained Indie by using a frozen truffle in a little pill bottle with holes drilled in the end, hiding it around the house as a game, with a treat at the end.
Nikki holds one of the late harvest truffles. Photo / RNZ, Sally Round
It turned out her sniffing skills were outstanding.
“It’s just something she seems to want to do,” Nikki said.
“She’s also tipped our life upside down - she’s like a whirlwind.”
They managed to harvest about 40kg this season, which generally runs from June to August for the Black Périgord variety.
The Dodds gained, on average, $2 a gram for their truffle harvest this year, but the yield was significantly down due to wet weather. Photo / RNZ, Sally Round
With about three times the average rainfall and earwigs to contend with, the season has been challenging, Lance said.
“At least half of that, we threw away, because it was rotten.”
Still, the couple are not put off, saying it’s scary, but exciting to be involved in a whole new branch of farming.
They also love taking the fresh truffles directly to chefs, and are cultivating contacts and ideas for truffle-flavoured foods, as they head into a new season.
The Dodd family, including Matthew, 14, and Hayley, 17, with dogs Simba and Indie. Photo / RNZ, Sally Round
A good truffle specimen can earn them $4 a gram, but Nikki said the tour groups to Trufflewood bring in the cash at this stage.
With some two dozen cruise ships due this season, they are looking forward to hosting more passengers at the truffière to learn about truffle growing, walk in their covenanted native forest and enjoy some truffle-flavoured treats, whipped up by Nikki.
“You hear all the birds and you see all the greenery,” Lance said.
“They’re blown away by the farm, they just sit and absorb.”