
The mithai of home,
in a foreign land.

Archana grew up in Jodhpur, at her grandmother's counter.
The mithai her grandmother made — Bikaneri Burfi cut with a heated blade, Motichoor Ladoo bound at dawn — followed her across two continents. She arrived in Wolverhampton in 2007 with three recipes written in a copybook and no intention of opening a shop.
Four years later, having answered too many requests from neighbours and family, she opened a small counter on Dudley Road. Word travelled quickly: to Birmingham, then Manchester, then London. Today, our sweets are despatched daily across the United Kingdom, but every one is still hand-rolled on the same marble slab, in the same kitchen, by the same family.
Nothing is frozen. Nothing arrives shrink-wrapped. Nothing sits on a shelf for more than a morning. Every mithai is made the day it despatches, and that is the whole promise.

