A Legacy of Excellence
Our Heritage
At dawn, in the villages of Khorasan, the saffron harvest begins before sunrise. Skilled hands gently pass over the flowers, separating each crimson thread with infinite precision.
Each thread holds the fragrance of morning, the warmth of the sun, and the story of those who have worked all year for this treasure.
My grandmother used to pick saffron flowers one by one in the fields of Khorasan. She always said: 'Saffron is harvested with the heart.'
Today, this morning scent and sunshine travels to you — a piece of our land, in every red thread.
Matina
