Beekeeper's Cream
Do you see that dreamy little cloud of white at the top of this jar? In the rather unfortunate beekeeper’s parlance, it’s called honey scum; but I prefer to think of it as the beekeeper’s cream.
These frothy bubbles are simply air caught in thick ribbons of golden honey, mingling with the tiniest flecks of wax, propolis, and perhaps even a dusting of pollen. In other words, it’s the whole hive, gathered into a luscious crown.
Much like the velvet cream that floats atop a bottle of heavy cream, this is the most indulgent layer. If you’re lucky enough to bring home a jar with this delicate topping, rejoice! it’s the hive’s kiss of authenticity. Stir it in, spread it thick, or eat it off the spoon… it’s all the best bits, and it’s all yours.
At Beaumiel, honey is never rushed, never sweetened with shortcuts. Our bees are never fed sugar syrup to plump up production, only nature provides their feast. Each jar is crowned with its own handwritten lot number, bottle number, and the total yield of that particular harvest. It is a small ritual of honesty, a way of whispering to you that this honey is as fleeting and changeable as the blossoms and weather that shaped it. Each spoonful, a golden moment captured, never to be repeated in quite the same way again.
No Syrup!
Honey, like the seasons themselves, is never static. It is a mirror of the blossoms and forage available to the bees, shifting in shade and flavor as the months unfurl. In spring, the nectar yields a pale, golden honey, delicately floral, light, and almost perfumed, like a whisper of the orchard in bloom.
As summer gives way to fall, the honey grows darker, taking on an amber hue and a taste that lingers with deep caramel notes, as though the sun itself had melted into syrup. Each lot is a singular expression of its moment in time, liquid proof that nature never repeats herself, and every jar carries the story of a fleeting season.