
Made the way your grandmother made it.
Paavani began on a winter morning in a village near Nagaur, watching a woman churn curd in a clay matka with a wooden bilona. The ghee that rose to the top was golden, grainy and unforgettable. We knew it was worth protecting.
Today we work directly with 42 families across the Marwar belt — paying them fairly, refusing shortcuts, and bottling every batch by hand. No factory. No emulsifiers. Just milk, fire and patience.





