Pure raw mango mischief. Bright, zingy, mouth-puckering tang that makes your cheeks squeeze in and your eyes do that involuntary little squint — you know the one. It's the sourness of kairi on a hot day, the thrill of that first bite of aam papad, the reason your mouth is already watering just reading this. Sweet-sour, sticky-tangy, dangerously snackable. The kind of churan that finishes itself before you realise the pouch is empty.