"I am a Mistress of Spices.
My passion are the spices. I know the origins, meaning of colors and scents. I call them one by one with the name you give them when the earth split like skin to offer to the sky. The heat emanating through my veins. Dall'amchur, mango powder, saffron, all bow to my commands. A whisper and I reveal the secret and magical properties. "
My passion are the spices. I know the origins, meaning of colors and scents. I call them one by one with the name you give them when the earth split like skin to offer to the sky. The heat emanating through my veins. Dall'amchur, mango powder, saffron, all bow to my commands. A whisper and I reveal the secret and magical properties. "
Pungent such as ginger, cinnamon sweet as you caress the palate, like fresh basil.
This is "The Mistress of Spices", a tale that smells of coriander, of turmeric and curry, perfumes as far away as the stories of a woman whose gnarled hands skim powder and spices in search of the best spell.
Tilo, the protagonist and narrator, is an old lady in a spice shop in a neighborhood like many others, a small town like many of the large and crowded California. But it is much more, Tilo: It is a Mistress of Spices. Born in a remote Indian village, kidnapped by pirates first, then landed on a remote island, where he learned the secrets and powers of the spices from the Ancient, the First Mother.
And with these powers, the archaic, unable to bring help to all those Indians who, like her, have left their land. For each there a spice that can soothe disagreements and dislikes: coriander seeds, to clarify things, for the rebirth of turmeric, fenugreek to give the ability to love.
But finding your way is not easy, for the lives that parade in the workshop of Tilo like herself, who for love shall break their promises and the Old Spice in which he consecrated his life.
love then like magic all the more powerful spells. Why
deeper magic is the ability to live life every day, but simply in love spells and incantations.