Lush green coffee plantation with trees and dirt path.

Coorg. Known throughout the world as the 'Coffee Cup of India,' it is a perfect home away from home for the discerning traveller. A lush plantation paradise punctuated by pristine forests, this land has a unique charm that has not been spoilt by man's intrusive hand. Fresh air, captivating sounds of nature, and the heavy fragrance of seasonal coffee blossoms refresh one's senses.

In this Blog on Coorg, we take you on a journey through tropical evergreen forests to a long–gone era of sprawling homesteads. Spiced with a dash of local lore and sprinkled with a colonial legacy, it is a journey of discovery into the heart and soul of a primaeval land.

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The Horses That Run for a Goddess: Kudure vésha at the Kavadi Bhagavathi Temple, Kodagu

Published on: 01/07/2026 | Contributors: Sourabha Rao & Santosh Saligram

Kudure vésha (horse costume) has a profound, layered significance in the Karnataka folk-religious landscape. It appears visually simple, but what makes it powerful is precisely that economy: a human body animated into a horse, moving through devotion, rivalry, endurance and ritual memory. In Kodagu, the Kavadi Bhagavathi Temple has its own version of the kudure vésha worn by four young men from four ‘keri’s (neighbourhoods) – four horses made of cloth, sweat and faith.

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A woman selling bangles at Padi Igguthappa Temple

Paying Obeisance to the Father

Published on: 22/06/2026 | Contributors: Bindu Gopal Rao

One of the most ancient temples in Kodagu, Padi Igguthappa Temple in Igguthappa Devara Betta in Aiyengeri Forest is revered among locals. As the road forks and snakes its way towards the temple, the landscape is unmissable: mist-clad mountains, waterfalls (especially in the monsoon) and lush coffee shrubs that keep you company.


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The Small Faunal Sovereigns of Kodagu

Published on: 08/05/2026 | Contributors: Sourabha Rao & Santosh Saligram

There is a way of looking at little things in a forest when one is carrying the weight of life’s big questions in one’s heart. A breaking twig, a shadow with its reptilian hiss, a little breathing thing other than big muscles with stripes or tusks or antlers. And then there is another way of looking. It begins at the end of the human’s sense of entitlement, when one stops expecting the forest to perform.

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