Actually, it would be quite inaccurate for me to call this a pilgrimage.
My partner and I were on our way to Cradle Mountain and driving by Chudleigh when I noticed a strange building. Without a doubt, it was designed to catch one’s attention. It was the Melita Honey Farm.
The word ‘honey’ was enough to make me walk through those doors and when I did so I thought I found paradise.
Pure stacks of honey jars on the shelves, assembled as neatly as bees would construct their cells. (Pardon the bad analogy).
Honey… of a huge variety of flavors, of single origin honey of both Tasmanian and mainland trees and shrubs. Honey… also of some of exotic plants. Honey…blended with macadamia, ginseng, ginger…chocolate!!!…
Fortunately I did not have to buy a small tub of everything just to try. A wide selection of their honey produce was also laid out on a table in open jars for sampling. It was absolutely hedonistic.
Other than books and petrol, few things inspire a budget conscious botanist to whip out his wallet. I was not leaving the honey farm empty-handed. I got myself two small jars of honey, a bottle of non-alcoholic honey mead and a bottle of apple cider vinegar with honey.
Honey was not the only produce. There were beeswax products, propolis, nougats, royal jelly and more.
The shop itself was also partly a museum for a self guide tour, in which they featured documentaries of how their honey was made and even displayed a section of hive with live bees.
Perhaps what tickled my nerves the most was to see an ice cream bar in the shop selling honey ice cream! My partner and I got a leatherwood and Blue Gum ice cream respectively. The ice cream tasted like any good ice cream would but I suspect that it was dousing the curiosity it inspired that contributed the largest part to the satisfaction.
The honey pilgrimage to Chudleigh. Make it at least once in a lifetime!