The Road That Led to Green Molecule

I am not a scientist by trade. I am a Chartered Accountant, a mother, and a dog mum to ten beautiful souls.

I smell chemicals in cilantro. My son finds this hilarious. It is possibly a mutated gene. An increased sensitivity to chemical compounds that most people simply do not register. Whatever it is, it is the reason Green Molecule exists.

But the trigger was not cilantro. It was Fury.

A one eyed, pint sized Shih Tzu, rescued off the streets of Bangalore, bleeding and barely breathing. When I brought him home, he came bounding out of the room, circled the small group of people gathered there, and plonked himself under my chair. In hindsight it felt like him saying, I choose you.

I chose him back. All five kilograms of him.

And then I looked at my floors differently.

Fury spent most of his time sprawled on his tummy or on his back, pressed against the cool marble, living his life exactly six inches from the ground. He had already suffered more than any living creature should. I was not about to let the floor he lived on be another source of harm.

So I started reading.

What I found unsettled me. The QUATs. The synthetic fragrance. The surfactants. The heavy metals nobody was testing for. The invisible residue left behind on surfaces that dogs groom off their paws a hundred times a day. I can't tell you the floor caused anything. I can tell you I refuse to add to the load.

For years I had lived with the frustration of surfaces that never felt truly clean. Beneath it all was a quiet concern about what I was being exposed to. What my dogs were sleeping on. What was going down the drain.

Fury made that quiet concern loud.

We tested for what nobody else in India was asking for. Heavy metals. Lead. Arsenic. Mercury. Because what is unsafe in Brussels is unsafe in Coimbatore. Because the floor your dog sleeps on deserves the same scrutiny as the food in their bowl.

There is one more reason this matters to me.

My father passed away last year. Tenacious to the end, he was the anchor that held everything together, for me, for all of us. Cancer has a way of making you look differently at everything around you. The air. The food. The water. The surfaces. The products you have used without question for decades. You start asking what you could have done differently. What you should have known sooner.

I cannot answer that question. But I can make sure the answer exists for someone else.

Natural and plant based may not be enough. If you are going to ask people to trust what they bring into their homes, you test every assertion you make. You run the whole 22 yards.

Green Molecule is what came out of all this.

Tested for the things I was afraid of, the heavy metals and residues that accumulate in the body over time. Found non-detectable. Not because I can promise you it prevents anything. Because when your family is at stake and the cost of caring is this small, you don't gamble. 

Fury taught me that. My father confirmed it.

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Molecularly Yours, Sanjana