Ancient guardian of the highlands, smaller than her sisters but resilient beyond measure. She thrives where others cannot, dancing with frost and embracing the harsh winds of the altiplano.

They say she holds the memory of our ancestors in her tiny seeds, each one a universe of nourishment. When the rains are scarce, Mamala Kañawa still offers her gifts, teaching us that true strength often comes in the most humble forms.

The elders whisper that she was the first food of the Andean people, feeding them long before quinoa became known to the world. Her roots reach deep into forgotten knowledge.