
Bought At The Gate
Our buyers sit through the auction with a moisture meter and pay the grower on their own scale.
Milled the morning your order leaves us
Eight-point pods from Lang Son, dried whole so the anethole stays locked in.
The stone runs each morning against that day's orders, and no further.
Two hundred and fourteen growers, paid on the day against their own scale.
Every jar carries the month the lot was lifted, not a generic date.
Filled, nitrogen flushed and sealed within the hour of milling.
We do not keep the ratio secret. Here is exactly what goes into the jar, and the builder will let you move any of it before we mill.
Six spices, one hundred grams. Move a slider and the rest of the jar tells you what it costs.
Anything over about a fifth chilli needs oil or ghee to open up. Dry heat alone will only toast the outside and leave the middle raw.
Past ten percent, green cardamom takes over everything else in the jar. Our house ratio sits at eight for exactly that reason.
A custom jar is at its best inside three months. We mill to order rather than hold stock, so the clock starts the day it leaves us.
Masalyn started as a single stall of jute sacks in Khari Baoli, bought from a retiring trader for less than the stock was worth. The shop has moved twice since. The stone at the back of it never has.




Our buyers sit through the auction with a moisture meter and pay the grower on their own scale.

Nothing is milled on arrival. The lot sits whole in the cool room until an order calls for it.

A slow stone mill keeps the powder under 42 degrees, so the oils stay in the spice.
Restaurants, bakers and home cooks order from the same counter and get the same grind. No wholesale grade hiding behind a retail label.