Cloud settling over the high Darjeeling ridges at dusk

Master’s Reserve

The few lots we will set aside.

Some seasons give a lot that should not be blended away.

Most of what a garden makes is good. Once in a while a lot arrives that is more than good — where the elevation, the weather and the making all land at once, and the cup says something the garden has not said before and may not say again.

Those we will keep apart. Not because they are scarce for scarcity’s sake, but because a lot like that deserves to be poured as itself, named, dated and whole — rather than disappearing into a larger, steadier blend.

Three things, and all three at once.

A singular cup

It has to taste of somewhere — a character the tasting table can name and argue about, not simply a clean, correct tea.

A single estate, whole

One garden, one harvest, kept intact from lot to caddy. Nothing married in to stretch it or steady it.

Finite, and honest about it

We hold back only what the lot actually yielded. The number produced is printed, not implied.

The reserve opens after the first ten.

Second Flush · Summer

Summer Muscatel Black

The classic muscat-grape Darjeeling — the cup for which these hills are celebrated the world over.

The collection launches first. When the reserve opens, the first selection will be named here.

The style

The hill railway threading the Darjeeling slopes in low light

Poured once, remembered longer.

Reserve lots will be offered one conversation at a time.

Tell us the table you are setting, and the house will write to you when the first reserve lot is named.