About Helis

History of the
plantation

Our story begins in the mountains of Western Georgia — where the clouds descend so low, they seem to embrace the earth. Once, these slopes thrived with tea: fertile soil, a gentle climate, and hand-picked leaves created flavors unlike any other. But time passed. The plantation was abandoned, the bushes grew wild, the soil grew weary, and the people moved away in search of work.

Years later, we returned. Not to build something new, but to revive what once breathed with life. We cleared the overgrowth, planted young tea bushes, studied the soil, listened to the wisdom of the locals — and step by step, the plantation awakened again.

We create tea that carries the scent of wind, wet wood, campfire heat, dew on leaves — and freedom. Black. Green. White. And sun-dried beneath the open sky.
Every taste is the result of experiment, patience, and love. And a touch of wonder.

This is tea that holds the murmur of mountain rivers, the silence of forests, and the breath of the earth. Tea that reminds us that true value lies in simplicity. We are in no rush. We trust nature — its rhythms and its wisdom. That's why every cup is more than just a drink. It's a story of land, people and time.