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"Provence of Nepal"

ECS Magazine has re-organized its website and my "Provence of Nepal" article has vanished from its "Helping Hand" section, but you can still read it below.






NEPAL’S PROVENCE
SUSHMA JOSHI
Provence, an area in the South of France, is synonymous with lavender. Rows of aromatic, purple lavender  are iconic of that part of that land. The French, of course, are masters at branding and making the world think they are consuming the height of luxury by purchasing their products (be it wine or cheese), but lavender has been a particularly insidious French product. This aromatic herbal essence has managed to wiggle its way into millions of bars of soap and bottles of talcum powder and eau de toilette worldwide.  In case you’re wondering what this lavender is, I assure you: you’ve smelled lavender. Believe me, you have. Now, it appears, we may soon have our very own Provence in the Southern part of our country.

Close to Nepalgunj, we take the bus in the 40 degree centigrade heat and come upon a small and nodescript processing plant close to a community forest.  This is where the Bhagwati Community Forestry User Group processes its essential oils. We walk up, our feet crunching on dried out herbs. The fire is roaring. In the shade, two workers process a powerfully aromatic mint oil which flows up in the tin vessel, pushed up by the pressure of the water to overflow in the canister.

We walk further into the village. The village, composed of small concrete homes, are surrounded by maize crops, some of which have dried from the arid winter, others of which grow where they’ve been irrigated sufficiently. A farmer offers us a glass of water, then takes us to see his fields. The mint is green and covers the entire field.  This is where Seturam Chalauni used to plant his wheat. But in the last four years, he’s discovered that herbal essential oils from mint, cammomile, citronella, eucalyptus and indigenous herbs will bring almost five times as much income.

The forestry user group has used an elaborate network of supporters, from the Ujyalo program to forestry and VDC funds, from the district development office to USAID’s EIG program, as well as a bank loan, to pull together the initial funds needed to purchase the machinery needed to expel the oil from the plants. With an initial investment of around 16 lakhs, the community pulled together farmers, three factory workers, and a network of buyers to create one of the most successful income generating programs in the country.  The essential oils was the brainchild of EIG, a USAID funded project.

Starting with Rs.1000 profit, the farmer has watched with amazement as his new cash crops have brought him increasing bonanza—from Rs.1000 to Rs.33,000 within four years. He started with half a kattha of land, and now he sets aside six kattha just for chamomile and eight for mint.

The drought, possibly caused by global climate change, has been bad for the rest of the farming community. But for the essential oil producers, the heat seems to have done good. Instead of the 4 kg of of cammomile oil, they harvested almost double this year from the same plots of land. The oil content of the plants appears to have concentrated and thickened with the unexpected arid winter.

One liter of essential oil used to fetch up to Rs.24,000 (around $350.) But once local companies and factories started to find out the local forestry group had started to press and produce essential oils, the demand has soared and the prices have rocked—bringing as much as Rs.33,000 (around $500) for a liter. Today, a farmer who plants 5 kattha of land with chamomile can expect Rs.33,000 in three months. The beauty of the essential oils is that they are also harvested seasonally, depending which plant  is in season. This means that not only do the farmers earn steady and reliable income from a yearlong supply of different crops and oils, but also don’t have to panic if one crop fail. Many of the herbs also grow in the forest or all around in empty land around the villages. The only crops that need to be farmed is mint and chamomile.

The farmers continue to plant their regular crops in between, ensuring food security. A sudden fall in prices in sugar and coffee may cripple the economies of certain African countries, but these kinds of monocultural disasters are avoided with this sustainable farming model.

For farmers, the essential oils seem like a dream crop—no fertilizers and pesticides are needed, and the only investment they have to put in is weeding and aerating the land.

The benefits to the community has been enormous. While traditionally the men used to go to Simla in India for seasonal labor to supplement their income, the migration has now stopped. The extra cash provides the cushion needed for a good education for the children. Alcoholicism of men, which used to be common, has also stopped.

“The government should help farmers with seeds for these plants in other plants of the country,” says Seturam. Clearly, the demand is so high this farmer is not going to hide his high-income secret under a bushel. Seturam understands that the prices will not drop even if the farming of essential oils increased hundredfold—such is the demand from local businesses like Organic Garden and Indian businesses that come to purchase the oils for medicine, toothpaste, soap and other industries.

 “Have you heard of lavender?” I ask. Seturam shakes his head and writes the word down. The potential to expand the business  all across Nepal is enormous. Surkhet and Banke have already started their essential oil farming and harvesting programs. If the government were to listen to Seturam, farmers all across Nepal’s impoverished border may suddenly  find themselves with crops which will raise their incomes and lives to unimaginably comfortable heights. Farmers in hill areas, struggling with dwindling harvests in the aftermath of brutal climate change—winter  drought and a much delayed monsoon--may find a swift and easy cash crop to replace their traditional crops. And farmers in mountain areas may find that the plants that they’d tossed at their goats and yaks are now fetching a tidy sum.

All that is missing is the initial investment in seeds, machinery, market research, and distribution. If the government had that in place, we may find ourselves with a sweet  success story on our hands. And that would be a  blessing for the whole nation. 


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