Mato story
At MATO, you taste not just what we grow, but how we grow it-slowly, reverently, with respect for every leaf and every life. Each jar of honey, each pinch of tea, each grain of flour carries the spirit of our unadulterated farmlands-untouched by greed, full of grace.
From the soil that holds our stories to the soul that shares them with you this is the way of the mountain. This is the way of MATO
It All Started
with Ashapuri
Organics
It All Started with Ashapuri Organics
High in the lap of Nepal's mountains, where the mist moves like
prayer and the wind hums through pine and barley, lies the soul of
Ashapuri Organics.
At 1500 meters above sea level, time slows down. Here, the cold
lingers just enough to let every root dig deeper, every leaf drink
longer, and every crop grow wiser. A wild spring bubbles up from
ancient stone, winding through our forested land, feeding the soil
with minerals whispered down from the mountains themselves.
Our seeds are heirlooms gathered from mother plants, unaltered
by man, blessed by tradition. They carry the strength of
generations, growing with grace, not force. No chemicals, no
shortcuts just the rhythm of moonlight, mountain silence, and
hands that remember how to listen to the land.
This is not just farming. This is devotion. This is Ashapuri Organics
a sanctuary of soil and spirit, where every harvest tells a story of
wild water, ancient seeds, and the quiet magic of the mountains
Real People. Real Creation.
In the quiet folds of Nepal's hills, where clouds rest on fields and the wind smells of wild herbs, we farmers wake with the sun-not to conquer the land, but to listen to it.
Our fields are not machines; they are memories. The soil remembers our grandmothers' hands, sowing seeds with chants and care.
The rain knows the rhythm of our harvest songs. And we, the keepers of this rhythm, walk barefoot through the land not as owners but as children of it.
