So this was kinda funny. Landry didn’t have an exceptionally talented nose or anything, but lately, she could smell everything. Certain things that hadn’t really bothered her in the past were givin her fits, and things she used to like… well. It was getting really over the top bad lately, all the foods she was finding especially delicious.

Also, honey? When in the name of Sam Hill had honey grown so damn good?

There was a real nice, subtle aroma to it. Just a richness that she hadn’t really noticed before, you know? Like. Like it was so tempting and good. So the only natural step, really, had been to go out and buy herself some honey.

Some. A metric ********. You know, they were pretty comparable.

Presently, in her kitchen, there was a variety of twenty or so jars. Different kinds, different flavors. Yeah, turned out? Honey had different flavors. Who knew.

So like, avocado honey. Landry dipped a spoon into the jar, and took a taste. It was… dark. Buttery. Much different from honeys she’d grown up on as a kid. Mulling it over on her tongue, Landry sighed contentedly. Good stuff, this avocado honey. Not quite avocado-y, but hey. Pretty damn good nonetheless.

Eucalyptus was next. She’d heard of this one before, but who the ******** actually like. Sampled honey? Her, now, apparently. She wiped the previously-used spoon, and gave this one a shot. It was… holy hell, it was different from the avocado. This one was bold. REALLY bold. Landry clicked her tongue a few times, really thinking of the taste. And that aftertaste… huh. Maybe not her thing, but she liked the boldness.

Orange Blossom honey. According to ye old internet, this one was indicative of oranges in its flavor. And also pretty popular? That was cool. Another wash, and another dip of her spoon. Landry moaned contentedly at the flavor, closing her eyes and savoring it. Yeah. Definitely a citrusy note embedded in this one. Even just with the jar open, she could smell the sweet decadence of this honey. Probably a new favorite, Landry mentally noted as she took one last whiff and put the jar away.

Now, Tupelo, she’d heard of. Tupelo was a kind of honey southerners went crazy over. But shocking, right? Southerners going crazy over something made in the south. In other news, water was wet. Landry chuckled over her own joke, and gave the honey a taste. It was… sweet, again. But smooth, too? Didn’t have some of the graininess the others had. Probably would be good for baking. Landry grabbed the pen and wrote down her notes over this one, too.

…And well, ********. Logically, she knew she did NOT need to eat all of this honey. It wasn’t good for ya, eating this much sugar and calories, no matter how natural they were. But she could smell it… and hell, she still had so much more of it to taste. Landry licked her lips, looking over the jars.

…One more taste couldn’t hurt, right?