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The Kent Tea and Trading Company is today run by myself Richard Smith along with my Mother Mrs Janet Smith. The family's story in the Tea Trade started when my Grandparents went to India in the 1920's from Lincolnshire to pursue a life in Assam in North East India.

Behora Tea Estate

Grandfather Mr Robert Stammers worked on and ultimately was the manager of the famous Behora Tea Estate. The picture shows them upon retirement with all of their staff gathered around. Their daughter Janet married Mr Malcolm Smith in India and the family continued its association with Tea with my father working for Plantation company's in Calcutta and ended up in charge of the Warren Plantation Company.

Upon retiring in the late 1970's to England we returned  to the village of Pluckley. We were asked by the local village grocer if we could get hold of any good tea as it was hard to find. We did and Pluckley Tea was born.

Our first packing operation was at the old house in Pluckley. A room was set aside for tea to be packed by hand. Without machines at that stage we used to buy tea chests full of tea bags and count them by hand into piles of 10's and then 8 making up 80 Tea Bags.. Then we acquired our first tea bagging machine which could produce 160 tea bags per minute. Soon Mother suggested we left the house as things were getting a bit much.... so we moved down the road to Pivington Mill and found an old grain store where we are to this day.

Today  we  trade  under  the  name  of  The Kent and Sussex Tea and Coffee Company which is an amalgamation of The Kent Tea & Trading Company, The Sussex Tea Company and  Tea and Coffee dot com ltd.

A lovely reminder of the times is the The Tea Planters Poem .

To Planter Friends I lift a glass

To you, who've kept alive

The memory of Planters past

Across dark moors of time

 

To you who know this simple truth

And show it near and far

It is the tales we tell ourselves

That make us who we are

 

So let us drink to the Tea Trade

Its sorrow and its solace

And lift our glasses in the air

To you and whosoever else

 

And to the Trade that bears the tea name

My sisters and my brothers

I'd rather be a Tea man in your eyes

Than an accountant in any others.