If you stand at the northern gate of Devaraja Market at 5:00 AM, before the sun has broken over Mysuru, you will experience an olfactory overload impossible to replicate in any modern laboratory.
Mounds of fresh mallige (jasmine) arrive tied in damp banana leaves. To your left, vendors are slicing open ripe Coorg oranges. From the deeper corridors, the dry, spicy heat of cinnamon and cardamom mixes with the dust of the ancient stone pathways.
This market is the blood supply of Khan Legacy. We do not source our ingredients from spreadsheets or sterile email chains. We source them by walking the same stone paths my great-grandfather walked.
But the market itself is changing. There are talks of demolition, of modernizing this heritage structure into concrete and glass boxes. To demolish Devaraja Market is to demolish the recipe for every attar we have ever made.
When we make a fragrance, we aren't just capturing the flower. We are capturing the damp air of the market, the noise of the vendors, and the 130 years of history baked into its walls.