From the wildflower meadows above 1,800m. Golden, complex, with notes of mountain herbs and a lingering floral sweetness.
Born in the hills, honest about it.
Kaafal takes its name from the wild Kafal berry — a fruit that grows only in the Kumaon Himalayas and has no exact English translation. Like the berry, our honey belongs to a place. It doesn't travel well on paper. You have to taste it to understand.
We work with a small network of beekeepers in Uttarakhand, all above 1,500 metres. The hives follow the blossoms. The harvest is coarse-strained at room temperature and bottled within the week. No heat. No blending. No additives. No preservatives. Every jar is a record of one season, one hillside.