Karma Acres Farm

Celebrating the Art of Living Well, Country Style!




I am a fool for honey. Have been all my life. I am far from a connoisseur, I do not profess to be an expert on apiary management, and I have never opened a hive or lifted a Super, although I have been stung on several occasions just from poking my nose too close to where bees were conducting important business at the time.

I am often sucked in to farmers’ markets and produce stands and roadside makeshift operations designed to lure travelers off the road with the promise of “AVACADOES,” “SWEAT CORN,” “CANTALOPS,” and “FLORDA ORANGES.” I am forever in search of good and affordable honey.

Once, I was lucky enough to be in the vicinity when a health food store was deleting inventory, and had the great good fortune to help them liquidate pints and quarts of all kinds of local and non-local honey. I picked up jars of avocado honey, almost sinister in its darkness, and the cherished and dear tupelo honey, sweet and deep golden. I snatched pints of orange blossom honey, a lighter concoction, wildflower honey, and gallberry honey, deceiving in the name which might put off those that, bless their hearts, don’t know a good thing when they see it.

I will put honey on just about anything. Honey was designed for cornbread, especially the sweet Southern variety, or just a good solid biscuit. It works on grits, on ice cream, in a peanut butter sandwich, with yogurt, in smoothies, in coffee or tea, and certainly has done its share of helping sooth sore throats and other maladies. It has even been used for thousands of years as a poultice for wounds and today still used for bedsores and abscesses, largely because it has extraordinary anti-bacterial properties as well as a soothing ability to soften injured  tissues.

So as a great fan of good honey, and somewhat on a close relationship to the same, I was rather excited to try a sample of the first run of Karma Acres Farm’s honey.

Holy Cow!

I was presented with two jars, and my greedy eyes first were drawn to the purity of the color and texture. The honey sat in the jars and reflected light as well as a wonderful warm golden color. The color seemed just right…not too dark, not too light…a Goldilocks’ blend suggestive of a sweet and yet not too light taste, exactly what good gallberry varieties should have.

Well, Good Lord, it was more than that. My first experience with this honey was in conjunction with some superb homemade biscuits. The honey was more than remarkable—it was SUPERB.

The flavor was singularly rich and you could just taste the color, and made you want to hold the jar up to the light and watch the sun beam through it for about an hour. This was some kind of good honey.

I feared the inevitable emptiness of this jar, as I knew the honey would have a short lifespan in my house, and it did. I downed a whole jar in one sitting, trying it on crackers, on bread, on a swirl of peanut butter, on celery, on an apple, and of course, on a spoon straight from the jar.

I’ve not had better, and I have sampled honey on both coasts of Canada, in California, Maine, Delaware, in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, in countless Florida and Georgia backwaters, on the Mississippi, in Amsterdam, in the Appalachians, Great Britain, the Caribbean Islands, once in Mexico, and even in Paris. 

All I can tell you is you best get some of this Karma Acres Farm honey before I buy it all. You won’t be sorry.

Pat G.
Jacksonville, FL


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