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RŪHNŪR
Mist between cedars in the Pir Panjal at first light

RŪHNŪR

What the mountain gives, it gives once.

Sourced by hand · Kept by tradition

Pampore
Saffron
Dachigam
Cedar honey
Pahalgam
Dandelion root
Pir Panjal
Forest morels

Four valleys, one season each. Nothing travels further than it has to.

Everything here is gathered on foot, in a window that the season decides and nobody negotiates.

We work with a small number of families across Pampore, Dachigam, Pahalgam and the Pir Panjal slopes — the same households, the same ground, year after year. Nothing is cultivated to order and nothing is bought to fill a gap. When a harvest is small, the release is small. When the land gives nothing, we sell nothing.

A forager's weathered hands cupping freshly gathered morels

Found, not farmed.

Morels appear on the shaded slopes for a few weeks after the thaw. The window closes without warning.