A sack of cumin and a cast-iron karahi
Our grandfather believed a masala was only as honest as the hands that ground it. He roasted whole spices over coal, milled them cool, and refused to let a single anti-caking agent near his blends.
Three decades on, we still do it his way — only now we ship that aroma nationwide. Every batch is small, every spice single-origin, every blend tasted before it leaves the floor.