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Greek merchants called it Gangetic. Its weavers called it malmal. Nobody alive knows how to make it.
The oldest surviving notice of it is a sailor's shopping list.
The Periplus of the Erythraean Sea is a first-century Greek handbook for merchants working the Indian Ocean.
Where the winds turn. Which harbours will take a ship. What to carry out, and what to bring back. At the far eastern edge of its world, where the Ganga meets the sea, it records what traders brought down to the coast.
Malabathrum. Spikenard. Pearls. And muslins of the finest sorts, called Gangetic. The author does not stop to describe them. He assumes his reader knows. A cloth from the Bengal delta was already, in the first century, something a Greek merchant could be expected to recognise by name.
Pliny the Elder, writing in Rome at about the same time, was less admiring. He complained that the empire was bleeding coin eastward every year, for luxuries it could do without.
And among the worst offenders he counted fabrics so thin that they flattered a body, rather than covered it. The moralist's objection is, as it happens, the best surviving evidence of quality. Nobody writes angry paragraphs about mediocre cloth.
It is worth being clear about the name, because almost none of it is the cloth's own.
Muslin is a European word. It is not Sanskrit, not Bengali and not Persian. It reached English through French and Italian, from Mosul. The city in Iraq where European merchants first bought fine cotton in quantity.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.