Good Honey

The story of Narcissus goes like this. Once being the most beautiful man of the land, he could find no woman to suit his fancy. As he roamed for companionship, he came upon a tiny pond and went to the water’s edge for drink. As he did so he glanced on his own reflection and became infatuated with his own beauty. He stayed at the pond’s edge, forgetting all need of sustenance, and eventually died there.

That’s not what really happened.

What really happened was something much more spectacular. Narcissus was in fact well known for being a striking man, even in his late age he was well sought out by young women. But no woman would seek out a man just because he was magnificently well endowed or beautiful. What really sold Narcissus was that he was also a scholar; a philosopher and researcher, and patron to the unknown. This is why many, not just because of his looks, but also because of his wealth and power, desired him, his intellect.

Fortunately, he kept handwritten records of all his exploits. And according to his journals he was close to something big; something that held the potential to revolutionize the lands. He never wrote exactly what it was he searching for, but historians of the like didn’t find it difficult to figure out what happened. Narcissus was looking for the Sweet Pools, aka the ancestral Good Honey. As everything organic does, Good Honey has evolved and its properties of glamour have diminished a great deal over the centuries, although it is still quite powerful. I’m sure you all have come to know of the splendor Good Honey brings the soul. This pool is said to have remained decent and to have not have changed in the slightest from when Good Honey was first invented by The Baker himself. Honey in such concentrate, that man will die from laying their eyes into its depths, as Narcissus did. Most likely, Narcissus gazed not into the grace of his own reflection but into the marvelous pools and became lost in the high.