Why, oh why is raw honey so incredibly, indescribably good?
→[More:]This weekend the SO and I went on another road trip to the highlands of central Arizona. One of the places we stopped was a working farm called "Young's Farm", near Prescott. Among the other delicious things there like insanely fresh sweet corn - had some of that last night, OMFG! - and delicious tomatoes that would make store bought ones weep in failure was amazingly cheap raw honey.

I've had raw honey before. At least I think I have. But it was ages ago, if so.

Though I've emphatically implied that this honey is indescribable, I'll attempt to anyway.

For starters, it's chewy. Literally. You stick a spoon in the jar and the spoon stands up. It's so fragrant it's heady, like the millions and millions of blossoms it represents. I ribbon some across warm toast - and then lick and chew the spoon clean because, of course, it would be a crying shape to waste any of it, and inevitably more remains on the spoon than i put on the toast - and then I eat the toast. And suddenly I'm a living God among mortals, ready to leap to far-flung planets while casually carrying whole mountain ranges. This honey is so good it's practically a psychotropic drug.

It's not a sugar high. I'm quite familiar with that, having a thick and well-fed sweet tooth. It's something more than just a sugar high.

Why, oh why is it so good?