There’s something sacred about a masala box.
The way it’s opened gently. The way every home guards its own mix. The way one whiff can bring tears, joy, childhood.
A masala isn’t just spice. It’s intention. It’s history. It’s grandma’s version versus your aunt’s argument. It’s what makes your biryani yours.
We treat masalas at Masala Code like poetry. We roast them gently. Grind them in silence. Because flavour isn’t just about taste. It’s about truth. And truth takes time.
Here, every masala speaks its language. And every dish listens.
