Baltic Amber "The New Queen" Necklace - Amber Bee Collection #9

$ 175.00

The new queen bees are looking to break away from their hive.  As summer ends, and the workers begin to tatter and fall away, the queens begin to look towards the future of the next generation.  They hold he wisdom of an entire summer of royal jelly, a year that was made first of poplar perfume, then daffodil, then the raspberry flowers and the roses, after that the worker bees came with pollen and nectar, filling the black wax goblets, adding plum and blackberry resin, rose leaf wax, sharp and beautiful.  As summer ends, the shining new queens are full of life, knowing they must sleep for a long winter alone, and they move away with grace, of their own courage and accord, making haste for a new den to begin over a cycle that has lasted since the first ancient bumble grandmother gave them their lives.  All that continuity of honey is in this bee priestess necklace, adorned with a fat french glass bead with gold and black lines to represent the queen, like a drop of lucky honey in the sunlight, back by her past hive of blue amber, gold amber, green amber, and a gold plated clasp.

The BALTIC AMBER BEE COLLECTION 2022:

I love doing bee themes, for perfume, jewelry, incense and other art.  It is my tribute to these incredible polliantors who are also my friends and neighbors.

In my yard, on any given year, I have learned that at least 7 hives of native bees will nest if I am careful about how I do my aromatic gardening, perfuming, and distilling.  Several native bumble bees can be sustained by the raspberry flowers, the daffodils, and the old fashioned comfrey I grow.  I do not pull up these plants in the spring because I know that the hives depend on them for food and root-shelter for their hives.

All bees gather pollen, and nectar, but what is less obvious is that they also gather resins and other sticky plant waxes which they then use for the most amazing things in their hives and in their communication and marking system.  Most bees will release the scent of banannas when threatened or about to swarm, and many a beekeeper has learned the hard hard way not to eat nanners by their hive.  In nature the scent of a banana ester is so strong it can be detected at remarkably low levels; which makes sense considering it is like the battery to the fire-alarm for a hive.  Now one must consider that this is just one letter, or sound in a vast olfactory vocabulary understood by both bees and people, just in different ways.

The hives in my yard are pretty easy to find. Some years the bees are gentle and hide, other years the same species will be bold and full of zeal, and this tells fortunes for the year with an accuracy like a golden tarot. In early spring I just look for the really heavy, big, first solo bees and I follow these queens to see what they will drink from for food, and where they nest.  When I find their nests I protect them, pay attention to when the first two guard bees come out, and make friends with these bees.  The guard bees will notify me if something is off with the hive, buzzing around my face if I have accidentally forgotten and stepped too close, but also following me if they need water or if the queen has died, or the hive is under attack.  Over the course of many years of watching and planting I have this blueprint in my mind of what the different bee hives use for their perfume, honey, wax, propolis, venom, scent marking, and scent luring.

Beekeeping native hives is just part of perfumery.  Every distiller worth their salt follows the cycles of bees and shows respect for the hive as a more advanced distilling family; the bees are our elders.  It is another reason I do not wear a ton of perfume outside in winter or go into the woods at all in the heart of winter; being steeped in balsams and red cedar as I am, it is not wise to go out in hibernation times and wake up the countryside.  In fact, it is quite rude, so I spend my winter months like the bumbler grandmothers, under the earth, in my perfume den, blending and contemplating the memories of spring, summer, and fall.

The bees will gather resins for their venom, and for the propolis that protects the hive.  In spring they will collect black poplar balsam and fir pitch from the river bottoms as the first maple flowers are still opening to offer sweet pancake nectar, and later they will draw from the beautifully scented wax of rockrose, of the concord grapes and italian plums, and the spicy crystaline resins of the apothecary rose which must haunt their collective dreams with her ever-changing pantry of scent and color.  For I see no difference between bees and flowers, just the motion of time that defines them through our lens.  And often I wonder what it would be like if we let the bees have our yards and guide us....for only the bees can really pick a flower in her prime. 

When I harvest rose, I harvest where the healthiest of bees are going, and always find those flowers which are fullest of life.  Life which must be shared, with the crab spider, the ant, the earwig and the lacewing....all of us take part in this theater of perfume.  I hope you are there too, sipping some cordial or another, dreaming of peach wine and the scent of persimmons gone to flower....  The amber necklaces all represent this hive magic to some extent, being full of plant motifs, flower dreams, perfume fingerprints, and drops of resin turned to fossil gold.

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