Spice, slow fire,
candlelight.

A grandmother's masala dabba, reimagined.

Devika grew up in a kitchen in Goa where seven steel tins lived in a tower, each holding a different memory. At Spice Garden, every dish begins with that tower — opened, smelled, chosen.

We smoke over coconut husk. We temper in copper. We serve by candlelight because spice deserves to be tasted slowly, in shadow, with someone you love.