A teaspoon of this in a dark roast is a very old idea and a good one. It rounds the bitterness without flattening it, the way sugar does.
Raw, unfiltered, and blended from the hives of beekeepers working the New England region. Never heated, never strained, bottled as the bees left it — which is why it sets firm in the jar over a cold month and wants a moment in warm water before it pours.
The flavour is regional rather than floral-single. Basswood and goldenrod underneath, clover and summer berries above, all of it delicate and clean. It will not fight a light roast the way a dark buckwheat would, and it is a fine thing on a Manner wafer.
Rice's Honey has been buying from American beekeepers since 1924 and blends only United States honey — no imported stock cut in, which is less common in the category than you would hope. And a portion of what you pay goes to Pollinator Awareness Through Conservation and Education, run by the Butterfly Pavilion.
That is why it sits beside a game whose rounds fund pollinator conservation and a manual written by the man who worked out how to open a hive without destroying it. Clover and goldenrod are exactly the forage that feeds a colony when it is weakest, and exactly what tidy landscape removes.
Thirty-two ounces.
