Sourdough is an old soul — a quiet alchemy of flour, water, and time.
Born in ancient Egypt over 5,000 years ago and carried through centuries by hands that shaped history, it rose beside hearths and hope alike. From Roman roads to San Francisco’s fog, its wild tang tells tales of place and patience.
Each loaf is a living memory, whispering the wisdom of those who came before — and feeding those yet to come.