Origin Story
The name came first.
You walk in and Yia Yia's already feeding you. Baklava, warm with honey and nuts—one after another. You try to say you're full. She doesn't listen. "Eat." You leave full, loved, and wishing you had her recipe.
“Dripping in honey, built to indulge, and impossible to forget. Just like how Yia Yia used to made it.”



