If you asked scientists to invent a way of packing ambrosia into delicious pearl-sized pouches*, they’d look at you quizzically and ask, “have you not met anar?” (*we’d advise you ask scientists to invent other, Umm, fruitful things. Like something that postpones mondays. And submissions. And submissions on mondays.) yes. Pomegranate. Loved by all. Misspelled by all. Precious rubies of respite on a hot day. Powerhouse of nutrients. Ma’s best friend. And your white shirts’ worst enemy. Originally from Iran, this princely fruit descended the silk route to our short break’s tiffin dabbas. And td, its nectar has been painstakingly collected and presented to you without fuss, frills, pollutants or preservatives. It would be disservice to call it a mere drink. Anar, is elixir.
It is produced in very hygienic and clean atmosphere
No artificial colours