A hundred harvests, one obsession
Nestled at 1,100 metres in the Western Ghats, our estate has been in the family for four generations. We tend to every step — from shade-grown cherries to roasted beans — because the shortest supply chain makes the honest cup.
Our great-grandfather plants the first Arabica saplings on the misted slopes of Coorg.
The estate expands under shade canopy and native trees.
Wet-processing arrives; specialty grade becomes the standard.
We roast, pack and ship — no middlemen. Ever.