The House Chronicle

Once upon a time - not in fairy tales, but in the real courtyards of our ancestors - gold simmered beside flickering oil lamps and recipes weren’t written... they whispered.

Passed from hand to hand, pot to palm, from grandmothers to mothers, they carried the warmth of hearth and the hush of lineage. In every household, there lived a jar. Not store-bought. Not mass-made. But stirred slowly, spiced instinctively, sealed not just with cloth but with memory. This was the pickle. Not a side. Not a condiment. But a cultural heirloom.

While food trends evolved and the world grew crowded with choices, the pickle stayed—a quiet presence in busy kitchens. 

A sudden craving on ordinary afternoons. A spoonful that could stir a thousand yesterdays.

Because no matter what you eat - health bowls, cafe fare, world cuisine - there are days when your soul searches for something rooted. Something… Ancestral. And on those Rare days — Festivals, Returns From Abroad, Homesick Nights - The spoon finds its way back to the jar. Every family has that moment. Every soul has that memory.

And so we asked ourselves: If a tradition could live this long in silence, What might happen if it were crowned, bottled and shared with the world?

From Hidden Family Scrolls and Sacred Harvests, we uncovered a legacy. Recipes once known only to Royal Kitchens and Village elders - now refined into Ceramic treasures, crafted in heirloom rhythm.

Thus was born "The House of Savitri - not a Brand, but a Ceremonial Revival." Each jar is hand-filled with orchard-fresh Mangoes, Wild Sorrel leaves, Slow-Roasted Masalas, and Saffron Oils drawn from Sacred Soil.

But more than that - Each jar is a soul gift.A Relic. A Ritual. A Quiet Rebellion against Forgotten Roots.

We Tasted Legacy. Now, we would like to invite you to savour it.