08/22/2026
Eighteen months ago I put one hive n my garden, told myself it was an experiment, and fully expected to be beaten by it. We are now eleven hives strong across three apiaries in Potomac Maryland, which is either ambition or a very charming addiction, and I have stopped trying to work out which. There is nothing quite like standing in the middle of it all on a warm morning, that low golden hum in the air, the smell of wax, and knowing that every jar on the shelf started here. We have grown slowly and on purpose, one product at a time, tasting and fussing and rejecting and starting again, because I would rather make one beautiful thing properly than ten things in a hurry. The new launches have been received so generously that I have occasionally had to sit down.
So thank you. To everyone who bought a jar, sent a photo of their toast, told a friend, or simply cheered from the sidelines: you have made this small sticky venture into something rather real. And to my ladies, who did all the actual work and have never once asked for a day off, I am, as ever, entirely in your debt.
I cannot wait to see where we go next. Bring a spoon.
