The looms hummed in Kayseri in 1935. Hayrullah Çınar worked them, hands steady, eyes sharp, and added his experience into the knots. His blood came from the Seljuks, men who understood strength, patience, and tradition. He passed down what he knew, the way his father had done, and the men before him. The work demanded discipline. The thread had to be strong, the knots tight, the colors alive. The rugs carried Anatolian history, and history could not be rushed.
The business started with raw silk, sold in bulk. That was the trade. Simple, steady, necessary. Then Mehmet and Hasan stepped in, their minds sharp, their vision clear. Their hands traced the knots, eyes lingering on the designs. People saw it. They felt it. The brothers built stores, and the Çınar name spread.
The younger members eventually walked into the workshop, intrigued by the hum of looms and silk sparkle. Among the grandchildren, Ahmet, and Funda carried the fire onward. And today, Çınar is soaring beyond international horizons.
The Swiss dyes held their color. The Brazilian silk caught the light and turned the rug’s color gold under the daylight. The Turkish double knots clung to the weave, pulled tight, and refused to loosen. The artists at the looms knew their work. They had learned from their fathers, and their fathers had learned from theirs. Years passed, hands changed, but Çınar rugs held.
The world took notice. America called. The awards came. The family business has proved its craftsmanship with three consecutive wins of the “Americas Magnificent Carpet” award. Çınar was spoken in halls. Çınar also took home the Best Design award at the Dubai International Design Exhibition for two years in a row. An art museum was built in Dubai not for selling but for teaching, experiencing, and understanding what hands could do with patience and skill.
The weavers built the largest double-knotted silk carpet the world had seen. Four years of work, eighteen men at the looms, fingers tying knots, history in each pull. A gift was woven for Dolmabahçe, thirty-five square meters of silk and wool, knots packed tight, colors alive under the chandeliers, a piece of Kayseri resting in the halls where sultans once walked.
You can smell this history in every step you take in Çınar stores. The steady tap of knots being tied. The quiet hum of tradition moving forward, stitch by stitch. The rugs leave, but the hands stay. The story stays. The work goes on.
Arabesque, Terminus, Emblem, Surveyor, Folklore, and Promenade collections house the grandeur of centennial artistry. Brace yourself. Every collection will carry you on a traditional odyssey.
Art is constantly transforming. Seasons, Dermis, Lovers And Dreamers, Cosmic Order, and Holding Court collections all mirror that. The present moves, but silk holds onto it, preserving light before it slips away.
