The rare and ephemeral Fir honey makes an appearance about once every three years, due to its short season of availability and its temperamental relationship with climate, before quickly disappearing, snatched up by aficionados beguiled by its nuanced richness.

Transporting some of the hives across the mainland and into the mountains comes at a cost, and we’ve often come back empty handed. Fortunately for us, Vasilis’ gamble paid off. This year, the gods rewarded our tenacity and grit, not with a mother lode, but with a reminder: take our small offering and savor it. Serve with a sheep or goat cheese.