We raise the bees that make your honey.
One family. One origin. Every jar is the honey our own bees made.
Every jar is single origin, from bees we raise ourselves. One family, one place, and the same hands behind every jar.
We keep the hives ourselves, move them with the season, and bottle what they make. Just our bees, and what they gave us this year.
We started with one hundred hives. We have never bought another one.
where it began
grown by hand, one split at a time
every hive descends from the first hundred
That only happens by caring for the bees better than you have to.
Strong bees make better honey.
We tend every hive like it's the only one we own, and we have the whole way up. Our colonies go into the season strong and come through the winter when a lot of others don't.
That isn't a slogan. It's just what happens when you refuse to cut a corner, even after the operation grew to thousands of hives.
From bloom to bottle.
A single jar travels a long way, but never out of our hands. Our bees move with the season, and the honey is made in one place.
Pollination season.
Through the cooler months our hives do the pollination work the orchards depend on, building strength for the year.
Where the honey is made.
When the season turns, we move north to wide-open clover for the honey flow. Mile after mile of bloom, and a wildflower honey that runs almost entirely clover.
Bottled by hand.
We bring it home to Seattle and bottle it raw and unfiltered, the honey from a family that's kept bees since 2007.
Exactly how the bees made it.
Nothing added, nothing taken out. We don't heat it down or strip it clear to make it look like everything else on the shelf.
So ours might look a little cloudy, and over time it may settle into a soft, spoonable set. That is not a flaw to fix. It's the proof that the honey is real and untouched. A warm spoon brings it right back to gold.
We named it after my daughter, Olivia. The name is hers, and one day, if she wants it, the rest will be too.
Three generations.
I grew up around these bees. I spent a while away doing other things, but I kept coming back to one idea: building something that lasts, with my family.
Olivia is four. She visits the hives whenever she can, and she'd eat honey by the spoonful all day if we let her. She is the third to grow up around these bees, after my father and me. We hope she carries it one day. For now, she just loves the honey.