Beaten, Not Woven
Knowledge passed hand to hand for six centuries
Every technique lives in muscle memory — never written down, never lost, always renewed.
One fig tree, one rainy season, one harvest
The mutuba yields its bark without dying — a living material renewed each year without waste.
Grooved mallets transform bark into cloth
Hours of rhythmic beating stretch raw bark into sheets wide enough to drape a king.
No two sheets are ever the same
Irregular edges, uneven dye — the maker's signature left in every fiber of the finished cloth.