Miel de forêt d'Ardèche
localisation : 14° 48' N | 61° 10' W
Harvested in Ardechian underwood, in the shade of centenary chestnut trees, this rare honey is the result of a unique blooming cycle. Ardeche is a region of low mountains known for the quality of its ground products and this organic, creamy honey. This degustation honey will seduce your taste buds with its flavours of chestnut cream, nougat and caramel.
175G | Récolté en France
25,00 €
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flowers: Châtaignier, Laurier de St-Antoine
They could find in the nature the raw material they needed for their art. Red ochre was in the rivers stones that they use to crush in powder ; they made black carbon with pine trees ; they made paintbrushes with horsehair. Back in this ice age, the mounts of Ardeche were covered with pines like a thick fur.
They lived in these dark forests, this territory where bolts hit hard on the stones, where peaks, alike ruined towers, command to the gorges. These men lived 36000 years ago. They mastered fire-making. And they would always remember, in their tales, the great rhinos, the snow panther : they drew. Their caves were sanctuaries. In the dark, some shapes appeared on the walls. They mastered the techniques of perspective and stump. In 1994, the cave of Pont-d’Arc revealed their existence, their perception of the wild nature they depended on : a constellation of red dots, a fresco in which dozens of horses seem to flight, a child’s footprint moulded in clay.
Here in the valleys of Ardeche, we tracked a tradition inherited from these ancient ages. Cavemen have already observed the bees who would find shelter in the trunk of chestnut trees, out of...
They could find in the nature the raw material they needed for their art. Red ochre was in the rivers stones that they use to crush in powder ; they made black carbon with pine trees ; they made paintbrushes with horsehair. Back in this ice age, the mounts of Ardeche were covered with pines like a thick fur.
They lived in these dark forests, this territory where bolts hit hard on the stones, where peaks, alike ruined towers, command to the gorges. These men lived 36000 years ago. They mastered fire-making. And they would always remember, in their tales, the great rhinos, the snow panther : they drew. Their caves were sanctuaries. In the dark, some shapes appeared on the walls. They mastered the techniques of perspective and stump. In 1994, the cave of Pont-d’Arc revealed their existence, their perception of the wild nature they depended on : a constellation of red dots, a fresco in which dozens of horses seem to flight, a child’s footprint moulded in clay.
Here in the valleys of Ardeche, we tracked a tradition inherited from these ancient ages. Cavemen have already observed the bees who would find shelter in the trunk of chestnut trees, out of which they heirs made hives.
They mastered fire-making and they would come to remember their tales of the great rhinos, the snow panthers and their pilgrimages across the gorges. Their caves were their sanctuaries and the walls would become their canvas of creativity and history. In the dark, their fledgling shapes and drawings would appear on the walls and they grew to master the techniques of perspective and fading. But it wasn’t until 1994 that the cave of Pont-d’Arc would reveal the existence of this early art form. Upon the cave walls, the scientists discovered the vision these men had of their environment: a constellation of red dots, a fresco in which dozens of horses take flight, and a child’s footprint moulded into the clay. It is in the very same valleys of Ardeche that we tracked a tradition inherited from these ancient ages.
During this age, cavemen had observed bees who would find shelter in the trunks of chestnut trees. Identically to the way they imitated the nature for their drawings, they bred bees in hives made with the chestnut trunks. Nowadays, some beekeepers preserve this old patrimony. Pierre is one of them. He works on his trunk hives, in altitude, close to a chestnut tree forest, where the scent of raspberry bushes and wild thyme goes with the wind, brushing the crops drying in the summer sun. Short grey ruins run through the hills like old scars. We hear the rumours of grasshopper’s chants spreading out of the gorges. Hives are lined up, like stumps of various looks. Pierre opens one of them and discovers a treasure: golden honey rays, built chaotically.
Cavemen knew where to find this delicious honey hidden in the forest by the wild bees. The body covered with animal skins to protect themselves from stings, they paced up and down these valleys, mounts and gorges, looking for it. In this honey they would find the strength, the abundance of their territory. Le Miel Sauvage’s Ardechian Forest honey is their heritage.
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