Rawhu isn’t a snack - it’s fury in a wrapper. A myth you don’t read - you bite. Forged from story, driven by craving, it turns hunger into symbol and indulgence into rebellion. This isn’t wellness. It’s wildness. A spirit made edible and unapologetically alive.
In the night markets of Northern Siam, snacks are dressed for good behaviour. Rawhu is another creature entirely. Draped in deep, moody teal and struck with rusty typography, this chocolate myth carves itself into the shelf, wearing a palette closer to volcanic rock than pastel confection. No comfort cues. No permission granted. Just a warning: this is a force to confront, a will to master. Textured, hand-drawn illustrations give it a tactile edge, anchoring the brand in raw, artisanal craft. Forged from locally sourced cocoa and unrefined sugars, this small-batch contraband doesn’t play by pantry rules; it burns through them.
