1983, A guild of traders return to India, armed with the most beautiful tapestries, sacks stuffed with whole spices, suitcases bursting with books, and minds full of rumination and Rumi. One of these men was Mister Merchant.

Mister Merchant spent most of his younger years travelling the old Silk Road, scouring local markets for precious and rare fabric and frankincense. But what he enjoyed most of all was the food. Whether he found it winding his way through the back alleys of the markets or at kitchen counters covered in delicious dips and mezze, he was always in search of his next best meal.

At tiny street vendors, he would watch how they would grill kebabs till they were just right. At the homes of great men, he would catch the cooks over supper to learn their special recipes

Whether he was in Colaba, Kabul or Constantinople, his joy was simple-find good food.

He kept a small notebook with his favourite dishes, describing them in great detail, telling us what he loved most about them and even jotting down a recipe or two. His travels were recorded în recipes and spices.

It was a true honour when, one morning. Mister Merchant gave us his notebook to keep. Use it wisely, he said. Use it well. But, most importantly, use it.

Welcome to Mister Merchant’s a celebration of travels, stories and memories.