Grenada is the only nation on earth that placed a nutmeg on its flag. Not a lion, not a sun, not a sword — a spice. When the country declared independence in February 1974, the new government looked not to Westminster heraldry but to the groves of Gouyave and Sauteurs, where nutmeg had shaped every family’s fortune for a century. The decision was both agricultural accounting and radical symbolism: this is what we are worth.
The Last Wooden Trays
I arrived at the Gouyave Nutmeg Processing Cooperative on a Tuesday in March, the air thick with the sweet-woody perfume of drying seeds. The cooperative still operates sorting trays carved from local mahogany in the 1940s — worn smooth by eighty years of hands grading nutmeg by sight and touch. Workers separate the round from the split, the heavy from the hollow. No machine has matched their speed.
“You can feel the oil in a good seed before you see it. The weight tells you everything.” Eudora Baptiste, head grader since 1987