14/10/2026
Extraction day is the exact moment you realise honey has a genuine talent for teleportation.
We go in fully kitted out—overalls, apron, gloves, the lot. Very professional. Very clean. Very much in control.
Then you open the settling tank, and suddenly you are wearing honey. Not a little bit. Not a tasteful drizzle. Proper, full-body sticky. It gets under the apron, creeps up your sleeves, and ends up in places that make you question the basic laws of physics.
The first time it happened, I was convinced I’d done something terribly wrong. Now? I realise it’s just part of the ritual. Honey is relentless. It will find a way.
The only real lesson we’ve learned is speed: get it all done in a couple of days flat. Once you start, you’re committed. If you try to stretch it out, you spend the next week feeling like you’ve been aggressively hugged by a toffee apple.
It is messy, it is exhausting, and it is hands-down the best smell in the world.
If you’ve ever wondered why raw local honey tastes so different to the stuff in the supermarket, this is why. It doesn't roll off an automated conveyor belt—it comes courtesy of two people trying to stay upright while absolutely covered in honey.
Drop us a message if you want to grab a jar from this batch before we finish washing it out of our hair