Since the looms of Kosala
A cloth that remembers the forest
Kosa silk has dressed the courts of central India for over two thousand years. Kosaa exists to keep that lineage unbroken — paying artisans as authors, not labour, and releasing only what the forest can honestly give.
The Forest
Antheraea mylitta spins its cocoon freely in sal and arjun canopies. We gather only after the moth has flown — silk without harm, gold without haste.
The Reel
Thread is drawn by hand across the palm, giving kosa its living slub — a texture no machine has ever imitated convincingly.
The Dye
Madder root, harda, indigo, pomegranate rind and iron. Colours that deepen with each wearing rather than fade.
The Loom
A pit loom, a family, and a season. Borders are counted from memory; motifs are inherited, never printed.
Our covenant
“We do not make more. We make longer — so that what we make outlives us.”
The Kosaa Atelier