People either love them or hate them. Some people want to give them names...others ignore their sex and say "he did this" and "he did that." Love them or hate them they're only honey bees. To the ancients they were a source of alcohol and a relief from being ancient.
Today we have 40 proof Black Velvet, more beer than Fred and the boys could drink in several lifetimes and more vintages of grape wine of ethnic origins and type than even the wine store can keep up with. But it is hard to find a fine mead and maybe even harder to find a drinker who appreciates one. Friar Tuck in the latest rendition of Robin Hood questions the characters whether they have tried the honey wine called mead....but by the time Russel Crowe gets to drinking it is mixed with barley brew.
I have been keeping bees all my life....Maybe even before I was born...My father was a beekeeper... Last year was the first time I made mead. It was a success and the first batch had trouble hanging around long enough to get into bottles. It was potent and delicious. The second batch was potent to the point of ruining the taste (a Champagne, if you will).
People tried the mead and loved it and hated it. Doesn't matter....it takes all kinds to make the world go round....and round....and round......mmmmmmmmm....mead.
Are you starting to feel a buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... As Tuck says I look after the bees and the bees look after me.
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