The name of this honey jar is “The Thyme”. This is honey made by a small bee farmer in the mountains of Cyprus, my home. The hives are kept amongst wild thyme abundance and produce one of the most highly regarded and respected honey in the nation. I bought this particular jar from a small roadside market in Trimiklini, amongst vendors of locally produced (and even homemade) delicacies like “Γλυκό του κουταλιού” (literally translates as “Spoon Sweets”), “Σουσουκο”, Turkish delights, jams, Zivania, Olive Oil, pickles, you name it.
I preferred this jar because of the details such as the labels were hand placed, the name showed pride in the product and the beekeeper was personally known by the vendor themselves. Also, the honey was only presented in a big jar and the information in English was minimal. That’s how I knew I was getting the real deal, the honey preferred by the locals and not targeted for the tourists (local and foreign tourists).
This is a dark coloured, golden to brown, honey with a strong musky smell. I can instantly relate the smell to my fond memories of summer, heat and sweat. It is the smell of a product brought by a land of warmth, a land of summer.
A spoonful is more than enough to satisfy any cravings for honey. With a velvet, buttery texture this honey spreads itself in every corner of your mouth as well as settling at the back of your mouth. It is much more viscous than mixed flower honeys yet still not set, although if memory serves me right, this honey is likely to crystallise if left long enough. No need to fret, as with any honey, you only need to warm it up slightly to regain the liquid properties perfect for spreading.
The honey has a strong, sweet taste with a very long aftertaste lingering at the back of your mouth and in your throat. At first, you might even feel a slight tingle or burn in your throat as the thin layer of syrup is formed. When this is all over, you find your mouth watered and yourself content with meeting your need for sweetness.
Being home, I have also treated myself to some toast with honey. A dollop of this honey is enough for me to spread a thin layer across my slice. The honey is absorbed beautifully by the bread, as if infused with a strong sweet flavour that overpowers the bread and lasts far longer.
This was a wonderful trip down memory lane and a rediscovery of what the island offers.