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Like it or not, we all have our prejudices. It's sort of inevitable, I think. I can't figure out how anyone could grow up without any, though maybe somewhere out there... Anyways, the challenge, to my sense of things, isn't to not have biases, but really just to acknowledge what they are and get them out in the "open" in our minds. Once we've accepted them then we can work actively and constructively to overcome them and keep them from getting in the way of the way we interact with the world. That's true of most everything, and, for me at least, it's totally true with honey too.
Having spent so many years now writing, talking, and teaching about great varietal honeys, I've really come to pooh pooh (sorry--couldn't resist) clover honey. While the vast majority of the clover honey out there is perfectly fine to eat, and certainly sweet, it generally lacks most or all of the complexity and depth that I've come to love about great honeys. I'll own my bias: When I hear "clover" what comes to my mind is basically akin to the "American singles" of the honey world.
At least that's how I thought about it up until about a month ago. The great thing of all biases is that, even when partially rooted in some isolated element of reality, they're almost always proven wrong later by what turn out to be pretty excellent examples of the bias' inexactitude and inaccuracy. So that's a long preface to a couple paragraphs about this really amazing honey from out West: High Plains clover honey