Four passes that lift the sheen.

Ten to twelve immersions in a fermented vat — each one laid down before the last has fully oxidised. The blue settles, never quite dries.

A wooden beater walks the length of the folded cloth — pounding, never weaving — until the grain compresses to a near‑metal smoothness.

Gum from the acacia is worked across the surface by hand, sealing pigment into the fibre so the colour will not run, only transfer.

In daily use the pounded indigo rubs onto the skin — a quiet cyan glance at the temples that names the wearer a blue man of the desert.