The Bocal Créole is a piece of our home put in a jar.
It's not decoration. It’s not just to “create local color.”
It’s taste, real taste. It’s my aunt’s pot, my mother’s spices, the gestures we learned by watching, not by reading.
Everything is prepared by hand, gently, with respect.
We cut, we brown, we let it simmer. We don't cheat.
It's not a factory, it's a kitchen.
The recipes? They come from the heart and the belly.
No added sugar, very little fat, but taste, fire, aromas that stick to your palate.
You spread it, you have the sun in your mouth.
Even if you've never set foot in Martinique or Guadeloupe, you feel like you're there.
Yes, we manufacture here, in mainland France. But we do it well, so as not to send containers for nothing.
We pay attention to the planet, just as we pay attention to what we eat.
And above all:
you open the jar, you breathe... you're somewhere else.