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Pride Honey Apple Cider
The honey bee carries nectar from flowers back to the hive and then dries it out with warm air generated by their wings, creating the honey we love so much.
We support diversity in all ways. From LGBTQ+ to black lives matter, to ME2 and beyond, RHB embraces the unique, the different, the creative.
Bee LaClair is the inspiration for this label. Their creativity in writing, visual arts, performing arts, music and comedy is only matched by their devotion to equality and diversity.
Bee LaClair is an author and the creator of this prose. Their writings include novels, short stories, poetry, and prose.
This cider is special in the sense that it was only sweetened with apples and honey. The apple aromas are obvious and the mead flavor accentuates it. This cider is considered a sweet hard cider.

how do you tell someone how much you love them? do you reach up and pick a star from the sky, like a flower from a field, and tuck it behind their ear? do you trace the moon with your fingertips until you can tell them how it spelled out their name in craters and dust? do you burn your hands holding the sun down to let them sleep in a few moments longer? do you tie a cloud around their finger and promise to bring the rain? do you tuck the dusk into their pocket so they can hold on to the evening? how, when you’re just a mortal, breakable, imperfect human, tell someone how much you love them? can you, without catching a star or touching the moon or holding the sun or tying a cloud or pocketing the dusk, ever tell them how much they mean? will they ever know?

Bee LaClairfrom the Honey Cider label

Music fills the empty space between my ears, pulsing through my bloodstream because my heart has forgotten how.

Bee LaClair

The little white pill I put on my tongue is a note in a bottle, swallowed down into my body, hoping the scratches of pen will reach my brain before it sinks down into the sand.

Bee LaClair

The air tastes like iron and the water is cold as it pools in the dips of the road. The rain has washed away the flowers that grew in the cracks of the pavement, but I am the only one who mourns.

Bee LaClair

you know you’re in love when your go-to dandelion wish is to be with them forever

Bee LaClair

the craters will be our table and we’ll drink tea sprinkled with stars

Bee LaClair

I’m not good at using the Polaroid yet. The lighting is never right and the frame is always off. There’s beauty in that, though. In the imperfections and the fuck-ups and the over/under saturation. There’s something about that little white frame that makes it okay. Good, even. Intentional. Like a silver lining. I told you once that I’d like to see the world through a Polaroid. I wasn’t wrong. The beautiful spontaneity that a Polaroid captures is so magical.

“I can’t wait to capture you. In all your magic. And us, the places we go, but mostly you. Because you remind me of a Polaroid. You make the shittiest, blurriest, unskilled pictures beautiful again. You’re a silver lining.

Bee LaClair

Bee LaClair