Affluent hill station down south, lush greenery, breath-taking verdant rolling hills, mist cloaked hill tops, winding roads where sun-rays play tag with the dusty roads below; vast carpets of viridescent paddy fields, aromas of coffee and spices… that’s Coorg. The natural beauty at its best.
A ‘just in time’ plan to visit Coorg last Diwali, turned out to be short yet the best family outing. I was super jealous of the Coorgi denizens, when we were about bid adieu to it and return to maximum city. I wished to carry essence of Coorg back with me. Though there aren’t many retail therapy outlets (read shopping avenues) to soothe parting pains, there are a handful of local stores to put a band-aid to your woebegone heart!
One such local grocery store had huddled up the spices in such a way that it appeared as a spice box of some Brobdingnagian! The mixed aromas of the black and green pepper, cinnamon, cardamom, coffee beans along with the sight of the golden-brown hues of the packed honey jars left a sweet, savoury signature of Coorg in my mind. I have preserved it as the most aromatic page in the album of my memories! Coincidentally the shop next to it had the name “Memories”