Four names, one spoon.
mmor isn't a made-up word — it's a monogram. Take the first letter of each person who started this, and you get us: a family that argued over flavours at the dinner table long before we ever sold a scoop.
Every base starts with her ratios — written by hand, guarded closely, never rushed.
He churns for consistency, tastes every batch twice, and signs off on nothing less than right.
Always chasing the next unexpected pairing — the reason our menu never sits still.
She decides how it looks, how it's plated, how it feels the moment it reaches you.
"We didn't set out to build a brand. We set out to make dessert good enough for our own family — and then we just kept the door open."