Grown, not bought in
The plants we sell are raised in our own polyhouse. We know their age, their soil and how they were watered — because we did it.
A family nursery in Pokaran, out in Rajasthan's Thar desert, where hard desert soil somehow still grows the softest ferns and the fussiest monsteras. We still pack every order ourselves.
Rajasthan is not where most people picture a plant nursery. Summers run past 45°C, the water is hard, and the wind carries desert dust for months. We started anyway — first on a family terrace, then a single polyhouse, learning which plants would not merely survive here but genuinely thrive.
That constraint shaped everything. A plant raised in our conditions is already tougher than one raised somewhere gentle. By the time it reaches a balcony in Mumbai or a living room in Kochi, it has been hardened off, turned toward the light for months, and taught to cope.
Not perfection — plants are living things and no two are identical. What we promise is honesty: the plant you receive is the plant you saw, grown by us, healthy at the moment it left. If it arrives damaged in transit, tell us within 24 hours with a photo and we will make it right.
The plants we sell are raised in our own polyhouse. We know their age, their soil and how they were watered — because we did it.
A plant moved straight from a humid greenhouse into a cardboard box will sulk. Ours are acclimatised first, so the journey is a smaller shock.
Soil secured, pot cushioned, leaves given room. Most damage happens in transit, so this is where we spend the most care.
Message us about a yellowing leaf and you will get a real answer from someone who has grown that plant, not a template.
We pack so the root ball cannot shift, the pot cannot roll, and the foliage is not crushed against a wall of cardboard. Kraft paper, not plastic peanuts. It takes longer. It is the difference between a plant that arrives ready to grow and one that spends a month recovering.
Sixty-odd varieties, from unkillable beginners to the genuinely demanding.