top of page
The Table Remembers
Where food is love, survival, and a language older than words
Rooted in Roh wa Nafas: soul and breath made edible
Beyond Memory
Between spice and story lies the soul of a people—fragrant, enduring, eternal
What if a recipe could speak?
What if a kitchen remembered?
A story steeped in Levantine ancestry. A kitchen that breathes with the soul of the ancients. This is Roh wa Nafa: the breath that remembers, where the scent of za'atar carries the echo of gods and grandmothers.
bottom of page