Miel des Mangroves
localisation : 14° 48' N | 61° 10' W
Made from the nectar of mangrove trees, this sweet and salty honey bonds the earth to the ocean. It is part of the first harvest since the destruction of the Mangrove by the hurricane Dean, 10 years ago. This honey is the chef’s choice, as its sweet and salty taste contains both the richness of mangrove’s unique blooms, and the ocean’s touch.
175G | Récolté à la Martinique
25,00 €
Data sheet
flowers: Palétuvier (principalement rouge, blanc et noir)
In the year 2007, the hurricane Dean stroke on Martinique. Violent winds, torrential rains and landslips destroyed the Mangrove and its fragile ecosystem. The mangrove is a wooden riff, a bulwark against the ocean’s wrath, a cradle that shelters the breeding of so many species. Nowadays, it suffers and declines.
The mangrove trees stood up slowly and attracted, within their protective roots, the sea birds and baby sharks ; coconut trees and wild pineapple recovered their flowers ; many fishes, crabs, reptiles, came back to give birth in the nurturing environment. Bees came back in the air. For 10 years, there weren’t a trace of honey in the Mangrove.
Ronald is a swarm catcher. He seeks for the bees that make the first mangrove honey since ten years. On the dock of Pointe-Chaudière, he jumps onto a blue sailing ship where old hives are piled up. The warm smell of smoke and sugar tangles with the salty ocean breeze. A few bees will stay on board for the journey.
After a long coastal navigation, the Mangrove is finally reached. Ronald trims his way through leaves and creepers, and berths on a grey sand beach. On the ground, on the long roots of Mangrove trees, on every...
In the year 2007, the hurricane Dean stroke on Martinique. Violent winds, torrential rains and landslips destroyed the Mangrove and its fragile ecosystem. The mangrove is a wooden riff, a bulwark against the ocean’s wrath, a cradle that shelters the breeding of so many species. Nowadays, it suffers and declines.
The mangrove trees stood up slowly and attracted, within their protective roots, the sea birds and baby sharks ; coconut trees and wild pineapple recovered their flowers ; many fishes, crabs, reptiles, came back to give birth in the nurturing environment. Bees came back in the air. For 10 years, there weren’t a trace of honey in the Mangrove.
Ronald is a swarm catcher. He seeks for the bees that make the first mangrove honey since ten years. On the dock of Pointe-Chaudière, he jumps onto a blue sailing ship where old hives are piled up. The warm smell of smoke and sugar tangles with the salty ocean breeze. A few bees will stay on board for the journey.
After a long coastal navigation, the Mangrove is finally reached. Ronald trims his way through leaves and creepers, and berths on a grey sand beach. On the ground, on the long roots of Mangrove trees, on every leaf and every branch, lay little bits of salt. A swarm buzzes up in a nearby tree. It looks like a curved and purring cat hanged to the branch. Ronald gently strokes the swarm, telling about the first time he realised how sweet the bees are when they await for a home.
Soon Ronald will give them a shelter in a hive on stilts, in the secret of the dry Mangrove. He keeps these wild colonies so they can peacefully pollinize and balance the environment, and contribute to the rebirth of the Mangrove. Ronald’s bees have their way to pick up the ocean’s water and use it to the confection of honey. The result is a sweet and salty nectar, appreciated by chefs for their original recipes, and made consciously in an essential life host: the Mangrove.
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