Before coffee, before the estates, the hills of Chikmagaluru were only forest.
The story goes that somewhere beneath this canopy, a boy named Sala walked with his Guru - Sudatta.
While they were walking a Tiger broke out from the trees and attacked them.
Sala did not run. He stood his ground, and he struck the beast down.
From that single act, a dynasty rose. And on that same hallowed ground, a 1,200-year-old temple still stands...
This is the heartbeat of the Tiny Tiger
Roasted the morning it ships
We roast to order so your beans never sit on a warehouse shelf; never older than the week they arrive.
Guaranteed export grade
Our best beans used to be reserved for Madrid and Berlin. Now, we keep them for you.
Farm to cup
No middlemen or markups. Shipped direct from our estate in Mudigere to your door.
Grown where tigers still walk
Our estate sits in the Western Ghats, one of the last places where Coffee, Bison and the occasional Tiger share the same forest.
