It kept coming up: a rare honey from Nepal that doesn't just taste wild — it makes you feel something. Calm. Warm. Settled. Locals have harvested it from cliff hives for centuries, and half the jars sold online are fake. A real tradition wrapped in a market full of knock-offs — exactly the kind of thing you have to go and see with your own eyes.
So we did what nobody selling “mad honey” seems to do: we booked the flights.

Us, with the honey-hunting family we work with — suspension bridge, far-west Nepal.










