The Mad Honey Diaries (Pt.6)

And so, I return to you. To this world of concrete and traffic, of screens and schedules. For weeks, the memory of the mountains felt like a dream, a secret I carried alone. But a secret of that magnitude is meant to be shared, though it must be shared responsibly.

Kamal’s lesson echoes in my mind: "You do not take a gift. You receive it with thanks."

It is with this spirit that I have made arrangements. Through a complex and costly chain of trust involving Kamal’s son, Rohan, a journey to Kathmandu, and navigating the labyrinth of international export regulations I have secured a very limited, very precious supply of the true, Gurung-harvested Mad Honey from Jogipada.

This is not a commercial operation. This is a curation. This is an act of bringing a sacred gift from one world to another.

Therefore, I am making this rare Red Gold available exclusively to the readers of this blog who have followed this journey and understand its context. This is not the honey you find on a slick e-commerce site with marketing hype. This is the real, unadulterated, cliff-harvested honey, arriving in the same traditional clay pots used in the village, each one sealed with beeswax and care.

But listen to me, and listen well, just as Kamal instructed me:

This is a powerful substance. It demands respect. It is not a party trick.

• Start with a dose no larger than a grain of rice. Wait at least two hours to understand its effects on your body.

• Never operate machinery or drive after consuming it.

• Do not mix it with alcohol or other substances.

• Consult a physician if you have heart conditions or are on medication. Grayanotoxin is a cardiocative compound.

• Overconsumption will lead to severe nausea, dizziness, vomiting, and dangerously low blood pressure and heart rate. This is not a joke.

You are not purchasing a product. You are being entrusted with a relic of an ancient tradition. You are participating in a chain that supports the villagers of Jogipada directly, allowing them to preserve their sacred and dangerous way of life.

The quantity is finite. When it is gone, it is gone until the next harvest, and my promise to Kamal is that I will never commercialize or mass-produce this connection.

If you are willing to approach this experience with the reverence, caution, and open heart that it deserves, you can find the link below. You can taste the echo of the mountain's voice for yourself.

But the choice, and the responsibility, is now yours.

Thank you for walking this path with me.