This centre of Heaven

This core of the Earth

This Heart of the World

Fenced Round with snow!!

Arrivals of the first flush in Darjeeling floods the heart and mind
with lucid, impressionistic visions. It is bliss perceived through a
swirling haze, shades of dramatically deep reds, pinks and purples at
dawn and fluctuating reflections of an assertive Himalayan aloofness.
But more than anything else, it is a reminder that the life of the
spirit flowers most variously in the rare mountain air where the
notion of swift - paced time is quietly overthrown amongst the
muscatel tea bushes.


Tea, more than Everest or Kanchenjunga, has given Darjeeling a
distinctive renown. This is quite in the order of things. While the
Himalayas are certainly not the exclusive preserve of this most
celebrated of Indian hill stations, its delicately - flavored, fresh
young tea cannot be grown anywhere else. Darjeeling tea has won and
kept a great paramount reputation as nutty and Muscat - like and among
the black teas it is acknowledged as the golden mean against which all
lesser brews are graded.