Fourteen turns
a minute.
लकड़ी घाणी
A block of neem wood, hollowed by hand, with a sal-wood pestle standing in it. That is the entire machine. Everything this brand claims comes out of how slowly that one piece of wood is allowed to turn.
Heat is the whole argument.
An oilseed spends an entire season assembling things that are fragile on purpose — tocopherols, phenolics, chlorophylls, volatile aromatics, and in flax an omega-3 chain that starts falling apart above about forty-five degrees.
Crushing releases them. Heat destroys them. Every extraction method in the world is a negotiation between those two facts, and the negotiation is settled entirely by speed.
A steel expeller turns fast because time is the expensive part of the process. Friction is the price it pays, and the oil leaves the barrel somewhere near ninety degrees. It is then refined, which is a polite word for degumming, neutralising with caustic soda, bleaching with activated earth, and deodorising in a vacuum column at two hundred and forty degrees. What survives is fat and calories, which is all it was ever meant to be.
A ghani turns at fourteen. It takes two and a half hours to do what an expeller does in fifteen minutes, and it gives up a third of the oil. In exchange, the mortar never exceeds forty-one degrees, and nothing in the seed has to be put back afterwards because nothing was taken out.
One day at the press.
Two charges a day, two press days a week. This is the entire production capacity, and we have chosen not to grow it.
