The Idea
Chai is a beautiful thing. So is this.
The British brought tea cultivation to the northern hills in the 1840s and built it as an export industry: black, industrial, bound for somewhere else. That's the tea most of the world still associates with India.
Another India to be proud of.
But in the cool hills of Kangra and Darjeeling, small growers have quietly made another kind of tea: whites, greens, and oolongs that have been on short lists of the world's finest since the late 1800s. Kangra's greens won medals in London in the 1880s, prized above much of what Darjeeling was shipping at the time. Then the 1905 earthquake levelled the valley and broke its industry. A century on, growers are still rebuilding what was lost, and the tea they're making now is as good as any that's come out of India. It just hasn't found its audience.
Hill Station Co. exists to carry those teas outward. To the diaspora first. To travelers and the tea-curious after. Tea's commercial history is tangled, so we'd rather be straightforward about ours: fair prices up the whole chain, open books on every tin, and growers named on the label when we've earned the direct relationship.