An enigma of antiquity, honeycomb has been sought after, enjoyed, and written about for literally thousands of years. But what is it? An aphrodisiac? A symbol of love? A piece of wax? Ancient medicine? What is it about honeycomb that invokes these feelings and images in our mind? I have to be honest, before I tasted honeycomb, I wondered what was with all the hype. Really, what is so special about eating honey filled wax? As soon as the piece hit the tastebuds on my tongue, I instantly understood. Honeycomb is honey in it’s purest state. It hasn’t been filtered, pasteurized, or otherwise processed. All these commercial means of creating a standard product unfortunately strip the honey of all the delicate components that contribute to the intoxicating (no exaggeration) flavour.
I will spare you the interesting details of how the little honeybee takes the nectar from various flowering plants and turns it into honey, the sweet nectar we enjoy on our toast. But one interesting fact must be noted. The dutiful honeybee must make 4kg of honey to produce 1/2 kg of honeycomb. That’s why the hefty price tag. The beautiful Greek countryside is almost tailor-made for the production of honey. Flowering plants of all kinds contribute to the wonderfully pure taste of the honey here. The particular honey pictured above was purchased at a roadside stand in the midst of a ubiquitous pine forest. The aroma and of course the taste are reminiscent of Greece itself.