Still waters,patient hands
Makhana gathered by hand from the ponds of Mithila, sun-dried, and roasted in hot sand.
Hands, water, sand
The Journey
Before dawn
The first steps
Well before the world wakes, someone is already standing chest-deep in water.
The harvest
Hands in the water
They wade in to gather the pods, one by one.
The still water
A gift from Mithila
Makhana grows in the same dark, slow ponds that carry the lotus.
The artisan's touch
Patience in every step
The pods are dried in the sun, then the seeds are roasted in hot sand by skilled artisans.
A rare recognition
Geographical indication
In 2022 the makhana of Mithila was registered as a geographical indication, a formal acknowledgement of what the families of this region already knew..
Pure in your hands
A better tomorrow
When you open a pack you are not only choosing a snack.
Before dawn
The first steps
Well before the world wakes, someone is already standing chest-deep in water. It is not yet five in the morning. The pond is black silver in the dark, ringed by banana trees and the smoke of the first cooking fires.
The harvest
Hands in the water
They wade in to gather the pods, one by one. Their hands know which are ready and which need more time. It is cold, deep and demanding, and it is done with patience.
The still water
A gift from Mithila
Makhana grows in the same dark, slow ponds that carry the lotus. This is Mithila, the land of Janaka, the home of Sita, where purity rises from water and mud.
The artisan's touch
Patience in every step
The pods are dried in the sun, then the seeds are roasted in hot sand by skilled artisans. They listen for a single sharp crack, the sign of perfection. No timer. Just experience.
A rare recognition
Geographical indication
In 2022 the makhana of Mithila was registered as a geographical indication, a formal acknowledgement of what the families of this region already knew.
Pure in your hands
A better tomorrow
When you open a pack you are not only choosing a snack. You are supporting a tradition, a family, and a better way, one that keeps the fire of Mithila alive.
Hands, water, sand
The Journey
Before dawn
The first steps
Well before the world wakes, someone is already standing chest-deep in water. It is not yet five in the morning. The pond is black silver in the dark, ringed by banana trees and the smoke of the first cooking fires.
The harvest
Hands in the water
They wade in to gather the pods, one by one. Their hands know which are ready and which need more time. It is cold, deep and demanding, and it is done with patience.
The still water
A gift from Mithila
Makhana grows in the same dark, slow ponds that carry the lotus. This is Mithila, the land of Janaka, the home of Sita, where purity rises from water and mud.
The artisan's touch
Patience in every step
The pods are dried in the sun, then the seeds are roasted in hot sand by skilled artisans. They listen for a single sharp crack, the sign of perfection. No timer. Just experience.
A rare recognition
Geographical indication
In 2022 the makhana of Mithila was registered as a geographical indication, a formal acknowledgement of what the families of this region already knew.
Pure in your hands
A better tomorrow
When you open a pack you are not only choosing a snack. You are supporting a tradition, a family, and a better way, one that keeps the fire of Mithila alive.
Born of the same still water as the lotus
Makhana grows in the same dark, slow ponds that carry the lotus. This is Mithila, the land of Janaka, the home of Sita, where purity rises from water and mud.
What goes in, and what never does
In the pack
- Makhana from the ponds of Mithila
- Sun drying, then hot sand
- Roasted by hand, judged by ear
Never in the pack
- Pesticide
- Preservative, colour, flavouring
Mithila Makhana was given a geographical indication
In 2022 the makhana of Mithila was registered as a geographical indication, a formal acknowledgement of what the families of this region already knew. This water, and the seed it grows, are not the same as anywhere else.
Roasted · Net wt. 40g
More than a snack. It is a way of life.
Makhana
Gathered by hand from the ponds of Mithila, sun-dried, and roasted in hot sand until it cracks.
