I once bought a bottle of honey from a supermarket in my hometown; thick, golden, rich, and unmistakably pure. The moment I opened it, the sweet aroma filled my nose, and I didn’t even need anyone to tell me it was the real thing. It tasted like something taken straight from the hive, untouched and unbothered. I kept telling everyone, “This honey is the truth!”
A few weeks later, on my way to Port Harcourt, I picked up another bottle from a roadside seller. It looked good; clear, smooth, and attractive enough to make me think I had found another gem. And honestly, it was pure but not like the one from home. The difference was clear. The taste wasn’t as deep, the thickness wasn’t the same, and even the sweetness didn’t hit the way I expected.
So yes, it was pure, but not that pure. Not like the one from my hometown that set the standard without even trying.
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