I got these honey drops at L'Artisanat Monastique. I was looking for stocking stuffers before Christmas, and these came in a perfectly-sized bag, so I bought them along with a few other bags of fruit-flavored ones.
They are made at a monastery (I think it's this one, although the packages in the photos are different from the bags I've bought), and I'm not trying to be witty or clever when I say that they -- the honey ones as well as the fruit-flavored ones -- are heavenly.
They taste... oh, how should I describe their taste... they taste subtle, gentle, lyrical. They taste as if angels are whispering into my mouth to give me quiet cheer.
They taste, I am a bit horrified but feel somewhat justified to say, like everything American supermarket candy is not.
I confess that I have actually gone back since then to get more.
My husband wishes I hadn't. My son's not complaining.
2 comments:
We have got to go shopping together!
Let's bring our calendars on Sunday and plan dates for Japanese and Vietnamese restos.
Second that motion.
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