Never rushed
We don't force the trees to ripen early, and we don't push out yields with chemicals. The fruit is sweet when the mountain says so — we only climb the tree when it's time.
A covenant with the mountain, carried far.
From the land watched over by our Atayal ancestors
Tai'an, Miaoli · Atayal traditional territory
I am a daughter of the Atayal. I have travelled through ninety countries and more cities than I can count, and every road, in the end, has led me back to one place: this mountain — where my father still keeps the orchard, and where the air smells the way it did when I was small.
Re-opening Saluwan Farm is my way home: back to my roots, back to the purest place I know. Here, under the watch of our ancestors, we never rush the fruit trees, never disturb the forest, and never forget what our elders taught us.
If your heart, too, keeps a place like this, come up the mountain. Breathe its air, walk its bamboo paths, sit with us through the ordinary hours of village life — and take a little of its sweetness home with you.
— Maya · Saluwan Farm
Our covenant with the mountain
Three promises we made to this mountain
Never disturbed
We walk the forest lightly. We'll show you the bamboo groves, the wildflowers and the creeks, but we won't startle anything that lives here. They were here long before us.
Never forgotten
What our elders taught us, we remember with our hands: carving a bamboo cup, naming a wild herb, listening by the fire to a story of village life. What is remembered can be carried far.
Carrying the mountain far
Five ways to carry the mountain far
The taste of the mountain can be sent to your door. Its breath and its memory are worth the trip up. Its language can be learned from anywhere. Five threads, one mountain.
Seasonal harvest
Taste of the MountainRed-flesh plums · Kumquats · Pink guava · Papaya · Miracle fruit · Chilies · Daylily · Green bamboo shoots
Red-flesh plums, kumquats, pink guava, papaya, miracle fruit, chilies, daylily buds — and green bamboo shoots — all grown without pesticides and picked only when they're ready. We send them out by season: each season, one taste of the mountain.
See the harvest and how to order →
Nature
Breath of the MountainBamboo trails · Wildflowers · Gardenias · Valleys
Walk a bamboo trail. Stop among the wildflowers and the scent of gardenias. The air up here has the mountain's own temperature, and the quiet has a sound of its own. We'll show you the way; the mountain does the rest.
About our village visits →
Culture
Memory of the MountainBamboo cups · Shoot harvest · Village life
Carve a bamboo cup with my father, Yaba, using a mountain knife. Dig for bamboo shoots at dawn. Spend a day inside the ordinary life of our village. None of this is a performance — it's simply what we do.
See what a day looks like →
Cultural craft
Weave of the MountainStill on the loom
Atayal weaving has its keepers and its rules. This thread is still on the loom — once our village has given its blessing and authorization, we'll be glad to share it with you.
Why the weave waits →
Atayal language
Tongue of the MountainAtayal · Taught by a certified teacher
Atayal is a language of beauty and restraint, and the one I love most. My father, Yaba, is a certified teacher of it, and together we are building a place to learn it — so that the tongue of the mountain lives on, and more people come to hear it.
Meet the language →The mountain's four seasons
Every season is a reason to come back up
Spring
Plum blossom
When the plum trees bloom, the whole hillside turns white. Come up for a walk — no ticket needed.
Early summer
Gardenia
When the gardenias open, the whole path smells of them.
Early summer
Red-flesh plum
Red all the way to the heart. Pesticide-free and tree-ripened — Saluwan Farm's signature.
Shoot season
Green bamboo shoots
Dug at dawn in the bamboo grove, still sweet with dew.
Autumn
Maple
The maples are young — just planted. A few autumns from now, the hillside will turn red.
Winter
Kumquats
In winter, the mountain keeps its sunshine in the kumquats.
Also from the orchard
A few more things the orchard gives us, whenever the weather says so
Ask us on LINE what's ripe right now — we'll answer with that day's news from the orchard.
Pink at heart
Pink guava
Pink inside, and sweeter than it looks.
Tree-ripened
Papaya
Left on the tree until it is soft exactly when it should be.
A little magic
Miracle fruit
Eat one, and for a while everything sour turns sweet — the mountain's little magic.
Mountain heat
Chilies
Mountain chilies: a clean, bright heat.
Picked in bud
Daylily
Picked before the bud opens — for soup or a quick stir-fry. The ones that bloom, we leave for the mountain.
Atayal language
Keeping the mountain's tongue alive
I am a lover of languages. Of all the tongues I have heard on my travels, the one that moves me most is still Atayal — beautiful, understated, with a mountain inside every word. One of my wishes is that our language lives on and travels: learned, spoken and heard by more people.
My father, Yaba, is a certified teacher of the Atayal language; he speaks the Ts'ole' variety of Daxing village, and compiled its textbook with the village elders. We are putting together a place to learn it — beginning, as every language does, with a first greeting.
Until the platform is ready, start with a few words — the ones this mountain says most often.
The learning platform is in preparation. If you'd like to begin sooner, message us on LINE.
A first few words
- lawkahtake heart · hello (literally: strong)
- mhway su'thank you
- ragiyaxmountain
- yaba · yayafather · mother
About us
Yumin Group · Saluwan Farm
Saluwan Farm sits in Tai'an, Miaoli, in the traditional territory of the Atayal people. It is the mountain of my father, Yaba. I left it for the city, and then for the world; it never once left me.
Two generations, one mountain. My father tends the orchard and the bamboo groves; I have spent my life on the move — between the city and the village, and later across the world. Saluwan Farm is where our two lives meet: his hands, my longing, and a land that has waited patiently for us both.
Saluwan Farm is one of the brands of Yumin Group, our parent brand — a covenant with the mountain, carried far. Saluwan is Atayal for daybreak: the mountain the sun reaches first.
More about us →Book & order
Come up the mountain — or let the mountain come to you.
Visits, fruit orders and language lessons all begin in the same LINE account. We'll chat one-to-one, at your pace, and you'll be the first to hear when each season opens.
Village life experience
Book your days on the mountain
One day or two, inside the forest and the everyday life of our village: bamboo trails, cup carving, the season's harvest. Tell us how many of you are coming, when, and what you'd like to try — we'll plan it together.
Book on LINEPesticide-free seasonal fruit
Have the taste of the mountain delivered
Red-flesh plums, kumquats, pink guava, papaya, miracle fruit, chilies and daylily buds, pre-ordered by season. Join our LINE official account to be the first to know when orders open — or simply ask us how this year's harvest is looking.
Order on LINEOur LINE official account is being set up — once it's live, these buttons will take you straight there.