In the night markets of Northern Siam, snacks are dressed for good behaviour. Rawhu is another creature entirely. No comfort cues. No permission granted. Just a warning: a force to confront, a will to master. Darkness, made edible. Unleashed on Halloween night. Never tamed since.
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. Textured, hand-drawn illustrations give it a tactile edge, anchoring the brand in raw, artisanal craft. Dense by nature, the visual language takes its gravity directly from the product itself: heavy, dark, impossible to neutralize. Forged from indigenous cocoa and unrefined sugars, this small-batch contraband doesn’t play by pantry rules; it burns through them.
