
š¶ļøš„ Bhakadwadi in Pune. Pepper Cashews in Thoothukudi. šŗļø Why Taste Has a Home.
Every place has a flavour.
Not just a recipe ā a feeling.
You can smell it in the smoky street-side thelas of Kolhapur. Hear it in the crackle of frying seeval down South. Taste it in the crunch of a perfectly crisp bakarwadi on your grandmotherās tray.
At Patang, we believe that food is more than something to eat. Itās a memory, a moment, a map. And in India, itās the most powerful way we remember who we are.
So when we decided to bring snacks to life, we didnāt start in a lab. We started with a train ticket. To Pune, Thoothukudi, Kolhapur, Indore, Coimbatore, Jodhpur.
Because Bhakadwadi doesnāt just taste better in Pune. ItĀ belongs there.
And Pepper Cashews carry the spice of the Tamil coast ā not just on the tongue, but in their spirit.
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š Where the snack belongs, the story begins.
In Thoothukudi, the cashew is not just a nut. Itās pride. Pepper is ground fresh, not pre-packed. The spice hits your nose before it hits your tongue. And when it does, it tells a story ā of sea breeze, salt on the skin, and sun-browned kitchens where recipes havenāt changed in decades.
Bakarwadi in Pune. Bhadang in Kolhapur. Tapioca Chips in Bangalore. Ribbon Seeval in Sattur/Madurai. Each of these isnāt a flavour ā itās a fingerprint. Of the land. Of the people. Of time itself.
šŖ We fly where the flavour calls.
Most snack brands pick a factory.
We picked the source.
Itās slower.
Itās harder.
And honestly, itās a little mad.
But hereās the thing: when youāve stood in a kitchen where Bhadang Bhel is tossed with mustard seeds and jaggery by a wrinkled hand thatās done it for forty years ā you donāt want to replicate it.
You want to honour it.
Thatās why we work with small-scale kitchens, regional makers, and age-old methods. We say no to palm oil. No to artificial colour. And yes to the stuff your nani would approve of ā roasted in ghee, spiced with care, sealed fresh without shortcuts.
Because if itās not honest, itās not heritage. And if itās not heritage, itās not Patang.
š This isnāt fusion. This is homecoming.
In a world chasing trends, weāre flying the other way.
Back home.
Back to real food, made by real people, in the real places they come from. Because regional isnāt niche ā itās national.
Our snacks arenāt just clean. Theyāre rooted. And every box we send isnāt a product.
Itās a postcard from Indiaās heartland.
So when you open your pack of Mini Bakarwadi, or dig into that crunch of Ribbon Seeval, remember ā
This isnāt just food.
This is where you come from.