I’ve cooked with many sugars in my life. But nothing. nothing prepared me for this.
From the moment I opened the pouch, I knew this wasn’t a sweetener. It was a memory. A velvet powder from the jungle’s heart, sent by two brothers who clearly understand that real food has a heartbeat.
The color? Like toasted sandalwood in sunset.
The scent? Like molasses met a forest fire and fell in love.
The flavor? A warmth so deep it doesn’t just coat your tongue it whispers to your ancestors.
I used it in sweet potatoes with caramelized jaggery, candied walnuts, cinnamon, nutmeg, and butter. It didn’t just taste good it told a story. The kind of story that makes you close your eyes between bites. Smoky, earthy, rich… like eating beside a slow fire in a village that still believes in soul food.
Since then, I’ve used it in everything breads, glazes, even stirred into coffee. And every time, it adds that same woody romantic sweetness like it’s been waiting all these years to come home to your kitchen.
To the two brothers: You’re not selling jaggery. You’re bottling firewood for the soul.
You’ve rekindled the art of real sugar and I’ll never go back.
