A Gas-oil separation package (GOSP) is a "package" used in the upstream oil industry. The package is fitted the well head after the choke valve and before the production manifold, and shall separate the crude oil from sediments, solids and sand (below using a filter) and gases and Condensates to allow the crude to be pumped on the pipeline.
Beware that water need not be separated, causing the need to add chemicals so that the crude and water emulsifies. This process is then reversed at storage by adding demulsifiers that makes the water fall out, and can be tapped from the bottom of the tank. The gas and condensate are pumped on designated pipelines for this, while the sand and sediments require special handling. A gas/oil and water separator is called a 3-stage separator.
After storage of the crude this can be sold to refineries, that then produce the fuels, chemicals and energy we consume.
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