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MAISON PIRUZ
MAISON PIRUZ
A pale oak table beside a Paris apartment window; on the right, a folded natural linen cloth holds a small ceramic bowl of crimson saffron threads and a pair of wooden tweezers, an iron balcony railing softly out of focus beyond the glass.

MAISON PIRUZ

Exceptional Persian saffron.

Selected in Khorasan.Presented in France.

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One hundred and fifty flowers.Picked by hand, at dawn.One gram.

A single saffron thread held mid-air by aged brass tweezers, macro detail against an out-of-focus oak table in north-facing light.

THE HOUSE

One ingredient. One standard.

Maison Piruz works with a single spice. Each harvest is chosen thread by thread on a plain oak table in Paris — the second selection is ours, and it is the reason a jar carries our seal.

We do not blend. We do not powder. We do not compromise the flower with anything the flower does not need.

THE HOUSE

Three principles.

Three crimson saffron threads laid apart on pale handmade paper in soft daylight.

One selection.

A second selection, thread by thread, on a plain oak table in Paris. Only what would sit on our own table leaves this room.

Rows of purple saffron crocus at dawn on the Khorasan plateau.

One origin.

Khorasan. A high plateau where the crocus opens for a few hours at dawn, and every flower is picked by hand.

A laboratory certificate resting on linen beside a small jar of saffron.

One record.

Each harvest travels with a lot number, a certificate and a signature. The paper is as considered as the spice.

A small apothecary jar of Signature saffron on an oak table, north light.

A FEATURED SAFFRON

One gram. The house jar.

The measure we keep on our own table. Enough for a household season of infusions, rice, broths and pastry — never a jar in reserve, never a jar on display.

Origin
Khorasan, Iran
Consider the jar
A wide plateau of saffron crocus at dawn beneath distant mountains, Khorasan.

ORIGIN

Khorasan. A plateau at dawn.

The crocus opens for a few hours between mid-October and early November. The flowers are gathered before the sun reaches them and carried into low houses where the three crimson threads are separated by hand.

Nothing is mechanised. Nothing is hurried. What arrives in Paris a few weeks later carries the temperature of that morning.

THE PROOF

Verifiable in one gesture.

Each batch is analysed at an independent laboratory. The certificate travels with the jar; it can also be read here.

Certificate of Analysis
Traceability
Every jar carries a lot number

THE JOURNAL

From the house.

Hands sorting saffron threads on a pale oak table.

Craft

The second selection.

Why every jar of Maison Piruz is opened, examined and reduced once more in Paris.

A certificate of analysis on a linen surface beside a jar of saffron.

Documentation

Reading a certificate.

A short guide to ISO 3632 and the three measures that matter — colour, aroma, flavour.

A copper pot and a bowl of saffron infusion on a marble counter.

At the table

The mother infusion.

Warm water, a pinch of threads, ten quiet minutes. The gesture every dish begins with.

Read the Journal
A partially finished plate of saffron rice on a linen cloth beside a glass of water in a quiet Parisian interior, warm afternoon light through a window.

AT THE TABLE — A Recipe

Saffron rice, simply.

Rinsed basmati, a pinch of salt, and a small vessel of saffron infusion folded in at the last minute. The colour arrives slowly; the perfume, all at once.

Served plain, beside a roast, or as a base for whatever the season offers.

To the kitchens.

Professional selections, service papers and delivery calendars for chefs and pastry houses.

A conversation, never a catalogue.