For seventy-five years, my family has stood behind the same counter in Devaraja Market. I learned to measure attar before I learned to read. I learned that true fragrance is not just a scent, but a memory held in suspension.
But over the past two decades, the world changed. The machines came. Synthetics flooded the market, offering everything faster and cheaper. The old families, the true keepers of the deg and the bhapka, slowly closed their doors. The copper pots grew cold.
"I watched the scent of my city become a memory. And I decided I would not let it disappear on my watch."
People ask me why I am launching Khan Legacy now. Why not ten years ago? Why not when the demand was highest? Because Khan Legacy is not a business expansion. It is a cultural preservation project.
It ensures that when someone asks, 'What did Mysuru smell like before the world forgot?' we don't have to show them a picture. We can hand them a bottle.