The Marco Polo of Saffron: Goumanyat et Son Royaume in Saveur

At Goumanyat et Son Royaume, a remarkable Paris spice shop, the wild, earthy
fragranceof Iranian saffron draws Michelin-starred chefs such as Pierre Gagnaire
and Helene Darroze to a distant corner of the Marais.
“A crocodile lurks on an antique Chinese cabinet, perfuming the air with the sultry scent of vanilla. He’s half hidden among glass vials of supple Bourbon vanilla beans, lightly frosted with crystals of pure vanillin. The croc wears a beatific smile—woven of fragrant vanilla pods, he’s an unlikely guardian of this temple of spices.
“In Madagascar crocodiles are considered good luck, so the artists always make them look happy,” explains Jean Marie Thiercelin. I’m chatting with this sixth-generation saffron merchant at his Paris spice boutique, Goumanyat et Son Royaume. Behind steel-rimmed spectacles his blue-green eyes crinkle with laughter. “At night it’s not the crocodile who comes up from the river. It’s thieves who steal the vanilla crop.”
When I was in Paris last March, I spent an enchanting afternoon at Goumanyat, breathing in the spicy scents of vanilla, rose water and the Tasmanian peppercorns. Saffron, though, is the shop’s signature spice: In the current issue of Saveur (December 2007, p. 17), you can capture a few of the highlights in “Nice Threads,” a piece that began with my visit to this remarkable musee des epices. But the totality is ever so much more addictive:
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