Updated On: 02 June, 2013 06:19 AM IST | | Kaveri Waghela
Amid jostling crowds, colourful mosques and the ever-popular food stalls, is a narrow bylane that takes you to the world of fragrances. Kaveri Waghela takes the aromatic trail in the famous attar gully of Mohammad Ali Road, to rediscover the traditional whiff of culture
I sidtinctly remember the scent of my grandmother. It was a strange smell, one mixed with the fragrance of her body and the raw crispness of her cotton sari. It was neither floral nor musky, but a comforting scent that filled the room with her presence. Years later, when I chance upon her vanity box, I discover an empty crystal bottle, with ‘oud’ written on it. A quick whiff confirms the potency of her secret fragrance - the attar.

The writer with Ahsan Hami, owner, A Hami Bros that stocks the popular oud attar that is stored in leather bottles