In the heart of Kashmir, where mountains kiss the sky,
A golden treasure blooms, as the seasons fly by.
Threads of crimson, rich and bright,
Carry the magic of day and night.
From the fields where silence reigns,
To the valleys that feel no pains,
Grows a spice that none can match,
A scent so rare, a color to catch.
Oh, the world has heard of saffron’s name,
But none can compare to its true fame.
Kashmir’s pride, the king of spice,
A fragrance that feels like paradise.
At Saffron Cottage, where stories are spun,
A legacy lives under the golden sun.
Seven generations have tended this art,
With every thread, they pour their heart out.
Indulge in the luxury, a gift so pure,
The aroma is so divine, it will lure.
Each strand handpicked with tender grace,
A true treasure from this sacred place.
When you open the jar, breathe deep,
Feel the richness, in memories you’ll keep.
A flavor that dances on your tongue,
Like a song of Kashmir, forever sung.
In every pinch, the earth does sing,
The warmth of Kashmir in every spring.
With saffron’s touch, the world is bright,
Turn ordinary moments into pure delight.
From the first sip of tea so warm,
To the dishes rich, a saffron charm,
At Saffron Cottage, the essence you’ll find,
A luxury like no other, one of a kind.
So come and indulge in the golden hue,
Let the finest saffron welcome you.
At Saffron Cottage, where dreams unfold,
A world of luxury in every fold.
Dive into the aroma, feel the bliss,
In the touch of saffron, find your wish.
For Kashmir’s finest, a treasure untold,
Awaits you now—pure, rich, and bold.
At Saffron Cottage, your senses take flight,
With the finest saffron, ignite your delight.