“No, it is very rare, and bitter. You probably won’t like it.” I start pleading. “Please?” I can tell they have some. Hippies always have the good stuff. Lefteris looks at Lina. I see a trace of a nod. “OK. We have some at home.” So later, I drive deep into the green flanks of the island and arrive at their stone farmhouse to do the deal. “Taste this first,” Lina says, giving me thyme honey. It’s light and herbal, with a sweet, tangy taste. Also fabulous if I were suffering from cholera or an E. coli infection. Then I test the pine honeydew honey, made by bees collecting the waste of an insect that eats pine sap. Surprisingly tasty for bug excrement. I feel it killing some free radicals lurking in my body.