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A Guest's Story

There’s a particular kind of silence that exists just before the sun finds its way through the canopy. It’s not an empty silence, but a full one—thick with the scent of damp earth and the promise of the day to come. This is the first thing you notice when you wake up here, nestled deep in the rainforest of Wayanad. The world outside your window is already awake in its own, quiet way.

My day began with this silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic call of a Malabar whistling thrush. The plan was simple: to spend a day immersed in the lifeblood of this region—its plantations. Not as an observer, but as someone hoping to understand the rhythm of this place.

The Morning Walk: Where the Forest Meets the Farm

The best way into the heart of Wayanad is on foot. The trails behind Vythiri Mist aren't manicured paths; they’re old, familiar routes that weave through the property and into the living, breathing landscape. Our guide, Nithin, met us after a breakfast of fluffy appams and strong, local coffee. He didn’t just know the trail; he knew the forest. With a smile, he pointed out a claw mark on a tree, the work of a Malabar giant squirrel leaping overhead, and the name of a plant whose leaves, when crushed, smelled exactly like citrus.

This is the magic of walking here. You’re not just seeing a plantation; you’re walking through a layered ecosystem. One where robusta coffee bushes grow contentedly in the shade of silver oak trees, and pepper vines curl their way up every available trunk. The air is a shifting tapestry of smells—one moment it’s the rich, dark aroma of coffee blossoms, the next it’s the sharp, sweet punch of wild cardamom.

Nithin showed us how to look closer. To spot the bright green coffee cherries hiding amongst the leaves and the delicate, white flowers of the cardamom plant. "The forest provides the shade, and the spices provide the scent," he said, simply. It felt less like a lesson and more like a secret being shared.

The Heart of the Harvest

We were lucky. Our visit coincided with the tail end of the coffee-picking season. Further down the trail, we came across a family gently tapping the coffee branches, the ripe red cherries falling onto a cloth spread below. They worked with a practiced, unhurried grace. They offered us a handful of the fresh cherries. Biting into one, the sweet, slimy pulp around the bean was a surprise—a world away from the roasted final product in my morning cup.

This is the real story of Wayanad. It’s not just a landscape you look at; it’s one you can taste, smell, and touch. It’s in the stickiness of the coffee pulp on your fingers and the lingering scent of spices on your clothes long after you’ve left the trail. It’s a reminder that this breathtaking beauty is also a working, living land.

The Afternoon Breather: A View from the Clouds

After a morning of sensory overload, there’s no better place to process it all than back at the resort. The beauty of Vythiri Mist is its seamless connection to this environment. The architecture doesn’t fight the rainforest; it invites it in. Sitting on the balcony of my villa, the only thing separating me from the lush, green valley was a gentle breeze.

Lunch was another chapter in this story of local flavour. The staff, who seem to have an intuitive sense for when you need a refreshing nannari sherbet or just a moment of quiet, are a vital part of the experience. Their knowledge of the local ingredients turns every meal into an extension of the plantation walk. The pepper in the curry, the cardamom in the dessert—you’ve just seen where it all began.

When the Mist Rolls In

No day in these hills is complete without the mist. It doesn’t just appear; it slowly, gently rolls in, softening the edges of the world. The vibrant greens of the morning become muted, and the sounds of the forest grow distant. This daily transformation is one of the most captivating things about being here. The resort, perched in the heart of it all, offers a front-row seat to this daily spectacle. It’s a time for reflection, for a cup of spicy ginger tea, and for simply being.

A Scent That Stays With You

As evening settled and the cicadas began their chorus, I realized something. The true souvenir from a day in Wayanad’s plantations isn’t something you can pack. It’s the memory of the cool, fragrant forest air. It’s the complex aroma of sun-warmed coffee leaves, earthy cardamom, and wet soil after a brief shower—a scent that seems to cling to your very being.

It’s a scent that, even after you’ve left, brings you back to the heart of the rainforest, to the quiet trails, and to the feeling of a day spent not just visiting a place, but truly being part of it, if only for a little while. And you know, that’s a memory worth more than any spice you could ever buy.

Sethumadhavan R

Bengaluru