Translating into English as Cocoon, the name Koza evokes feelings of comfort, solidified using the highest grade cotton and bamboo fabrics. Drawing on a long line of traditions and looming craftsmanship – Koza brings specialist design, comfort and beauty into New Zealand households.
To obtain the cotton you first sow the seed and after the 10th week, the seed transforms into the Cotton’s Cocoon - otherwise known as Koza. This provides protection for the cotton and just occurs after the seed blooms into flower. At 18th-20th week the Cotton’s Cocoon opens, providing you the cotton that grows and becomes more mature over the subsequent weeks. The cotton is then harvested at the 25th week.
CRAFTMANSHIP OF TURKISH TOWELS
The factory which produces the Koza collection operates in the field of natural home textiles and clothing with a production capacity of 1 million meters per year, blending the traditional production methods and knowledge with technology, high quality raw materials and skillful handwork. Donmez Tekstil specializes in production using natural fibers like cotton and linen.
MEET THE FOUNDERS
Koza is founded by two brothers who are born and raised in Izmir, in the Aegean region of Turkey.
Both offer a commitment not only to source the highest quality sustainable materials and to add innovation in the design, texture and colours, but also to provide highest level of customer experience and service.
THE STORY HAS BEEN TOLD…
Once upon a time there was a beautiful goddess of weaving, who had grown lonely in the heavens. Her fellow gods were all too busy admiring the harp music and the virgins and the water fountains to share her joy in the beauty of handcrafted fine textiles. Travelling to the mortal world in search of companionship she arrived in Buldan on the Aegean sea. There she found a humble Turkish villager huddled devotedly over a loom, nimbly working on a beautiful cotton fabric, the like of which she had never seen.
“How did you create this fabric of humble fibre, as fine and beautiful as anything in the heavens?” she gasped. The man was kind and keen to share his inspiration, and led her to sit on the banks of the Meander river. There, he told her the story of his long journeys to the exotic climes of Turkey, of flickering candles as numerous as stars, of fields of flowers that perfumed gentle winds, of dancing on soft dunes of sand, of the tones and hues of nature, and the bright arc of a rainbow that lifted his spirit.
The weaver introduced the goddess to his baby, crying in the moist heat. Taking the child into his enveloping arms, the man gently cradled her and smoothed away her sweat with a light touch of his fine cloth. Moved by the villager’s kindness and skill, she decided to bestow upon him a great gift.
She said: “I shall ensure that all of your descendants will weave linens called Koza, infused with three special powers. First - beauty, so that the lives of all who behold them shall be enriched and made joyful by their fabric’s handsome naturalness or festive colour. Next - unbelievable lightness - no person shall ever be burdened carrying Koza. Finally Koza peshtemal and peskir shall have a magically nurturing texture, to (cocoon the body and) endlessly wick away moisture and dry quickly - for eternal use.”