Rosa keeps a row of beehives along the ranch's south fence line, and all summer the bees work the meadows — clover and fireweed, the beargrass plume in July, whatever's blooming up the draws. That makes a honey that tastes of the whole season, and it's a little different every year, which we count as a feature. One summer it runs light and floral; the next it's darker, with a fireweed edge.
We bottle it raw and unfiltered, so it keeps the pollen and the flavor and will crystallize sweet over time — set the jar in warm water and it loosens right back up. Every label is hand-lettered in the kitchen. This is the taste of the place, sealed in a jar so you can carry a Montana summer home and spread it on your morning toast.