| New Zealand Customs Service Te Mana Arai O Aotearoa (Māori) |
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| Logo of the New Zealand Customs Service. | |
| Agency overview | |
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| Formed | 1840 |
| Employees | Approx 1,300 |
| Annual budget | $150 Million |
| Legal personality | Governmental: Government agency |
| Jurisdictional structure | |
| National agency | New Zealand |
| Governing body | New Zealand Government |
| Constituting instrument | Customs and Excise Act 1996 |
| General nature |
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| Specialist jurisdiction | Customs. |
| Operational structure | |
| Headquarters | Wellington, New Zealand |
| Minister responsible | Maurice Williamson, Minister of Customs |
| Agency executive | Carolyn Tremain, Comptroller of Customs |
| Facilities | |
| Stations | 23 |
| Website | |
| http://www.customs.govt.nz/ | |
The Customs Service (In Māori, Te Mana Arai o Aotearoa) is a state sector organisation of New Zealand whose role is to provide border control and protect the community from potential risks arising from international trade and travel, as well as collecting duties and taxes on imports to the country. New Zealand's Minister of Customs is the Hon. Maurice Williamson.
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