My first memories of honey were at my Grandmother's house. She had a jar of 'spun honey' sitting on her kitchen table. I remember it very distinctly - YUCK! Luckily that wasn't my last. As a farmer's market vendor, talking to people about our honey, I sometimes hear the comment, "Oh I don't need to taste it - I know what honey tastes like..." Yea, I thought I did too.
REAL honey has so many tastes. So many, that it's sometimes very difficult to tell what kind of honey you're tasting. It all has to do with the flowers. I've read that there could be "thousands" of different kinds of honey, some call it "honey varietals". If you think about it, there are lots of different kinds of flowers that have nectar. And the bees don't collect nectar from just one kind of flower, or the same amount from any one source. So, with the large number of different flowering plants and all the combinations that could occur, it's understandable why there would be so many different kinds.
One time, Keith brought in some frames from one of our hives. That honey taste was amazing. It immediately registered as a taste that I had tasted before, but completely eluded me. For three days, I grabbed up bottles and cartons in my kitchen, opening and smelling each one, frantically trying to identify that wonderful taste. Then, somehow, it came to me - Maple Syrup! How could that be? Honey comes from bees, maple syrup comes from trees. Thank goodness for the internet. :-) Yes, indeed. Maple trees blossom and bees can collect the nectar from maple trees. An amazing thing. You can guess what I did. I quickly whipped up a batch of whole wheat pancakes and drizzled that sweet intoxicating syrup, without butter even, and enjoyed a little slice of heaven. A long way away from Grandma's "Spun Honey".