My Life as a Worker Bee - Honeybee: Lessons from an Accidental Beekeeper - page 4

When we arrived back at the factory, the perpetual teapot was boiling. I could not
resist having a cup of the locally grown green tea and drizzling it with my newly pur-
chased honey. It was golden amber with a slight orange tinge, and it fell off the spoon
in a thick spin. The flavor was as scrumptious as Mr. B's honey, but in a different way.
It carried different tasting notes that I did not yet have the vocabulary to explain. In my
amateur opinion, it was exquisite and a treasure to be savored. Million-flower honey
was my second jar of “pure” honey. I had officially begun my quest of collecting and
hoarding honeys. I also learned something else in China: I learned that I was ready to
become a beekeeper.