Small batch
Bilona Gir Ghee
बिलोना घी
₹1,450
500 ml, glass jar
One Gir herd — Chamyari, Amritsar
Milk, the way the farm remembers it.
Forty-two Gir cows, one milking shed, and a delivery road we have driven for three generations. Milked at 5. Bottled by 6. At your gate while the street lamps are still on.
Gauri — herd number seven
42Gir cows
05:00First milking
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Milked at dawnBottled within the hourAt your door before sunriseReturnable glassOne Gir herd of forty-twoNothing added, nothing hurried
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The dairy case
Made this morning, gone by evening
Everything below was still milk at five o'clock. We make only what the herd gives, and we stop when it is gone.
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Farm to table
Five steps, no shortcuts.
The same road every morning, from pasture to porch. This is the route the milk takes.
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The Pastures
Our heritage breeds graze freely on natural, nutrient-rich pastures, ensuring milk of exceptional quality and taste.
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The Milking
We combine traditional wisdom with modern hygiene to collect milk with the utmost care and respect.
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The Crafting
Our Desi Ghee is slow-churned in small batches using the traditional Bilona method to preserve its rich aroma and nutrients.
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Quality Control
Our dedicated lab rigorously tests every batch for purity and safety, ensuring only the highest quality reaches your family.
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The Delivery
Fresh milk and ghee are delivered directly to your home in eco-friendly glass bottles and jars, maintaining purity from farm to door.
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The bilona way
The long way to ghee
Most ghee starts as cream, because cream is faster. Ours starts as dahi, because dahi is right. Three steps, none of them quick.
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Dahi first
Ghee begins as dahi here, never as cream. We culture the evening's milk with our fifty-year-old jaman and leave it to set overnight. By four it is thick enough to hold the churn.
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The slow churn
At first light the wooden bilona goes into the curd, turning one way, then the other. The makhan rises in soft white islands. We gather it by hand, a little at a time.
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Wood fire
The makhan goes over a low wood fire and stays there until the crackle falls quiet. What is left is golden, grainy, and smells of toasted nuts. Twenty-five litres of milk settle into one jar.
One churn a morning. When the jars run out, they run out.
The sunrise round
The milk leaves the shed at a quarter past six. Most mornings it beats the sun to your gate.
A standing order in returnable glass. Pause it any evening by 9 with one message. The empties ride back on the next round.
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From the farm
Three generations, one pasture
My grandfather counted rain, not rupees.
The round began with seven cows, a bicycle, and a brass can. The herd is forty-two now, and Balwant still walks the pasture at four each morning, still names every calf, and still will not sell a litre he would not pour for his own daughters.
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