Cuttyhunk Oysters are grown in a remote area of Buzzards Bay where the Elizabeth Islands meet Martha's Vineyard Sound. These beauties come from a small family operation and are grown using traditional Japanese lantern nets.
West End Pond, Cuttyhunk Island - Buzzards Bay, Massachusetts
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Size and Availability
Selects: 3.25 inches | Limited Availability from July through February
Gentle brine with a bouncy chew and sweet butter finish
Flavor Influenced By
- Salinity: 3.3% < 3.5% full oceanic salinity
- Tides: West End pond is flushed twice daily with tides from Buzzards Bay and the Martha's Vineyard Sound.
- Bottom Makeup: Sandy bottom with rock and seaweed
1 inch seed is purchased from Fishers Island and then "planted" in Japanese style lantern nets, which are suspended in the water column. The nets are cleaned and tended often to promote growth.
From the Grower
We started Cuttyhunk Shellfish Farms, Inc. in 1981. The idea of starting an oyster farm on Cuttyhunk Island, MA was Seth’s after working for Carey Matthiessen on his Fishers Island, N.Y. oyster farm, Ocean Pond Oyster Company, in the late 1970s.
We use the vertical water column in the West End pond of Cuttyhunk Island. The oyster seed is “planted” at the size of 2.5 cm in between March and May; the oysters sit in Japanese lantern nets, hanging in the water column, feeding on naturally produced phytoplankton. Feeding happens 24 hours a day until the oysters reach market size or the water temperature drops below 48º F in the winter months.
The West End Pond on Cuttyhunk Island has a “cut” to the pristine waters of Buzzards Bay, MA. With tidal flow twice daily, this water and phytoplankton give Cuttyhunk® Oysters their briny sweet taste.
Cuttyhunk Shellfish Farms has allowed us to combine our love of science, the outdoors, and the belief in sustainable business practices on a daily basis. The location of the farm is a place of incredible natural beauty and to work in this environment is gift.
Seth and Dorothy Garfield