Immediately the rainforest notes of Fawziyya’s honey hit my taste buds, I found myself flying through the air and traversing the streets of Nigeria. And no, I am not a witch. I am merely an immigrant who remembered the taste of home. As I surrendered my senses to the lingering heady taste, my eyes watered from the pain of trying not to remember. You see, I am a lover of honey and pride myself in knowing many of the regional tastes, consistencies and colours. Dark chocolate brown. Caramel Golden. And every other hue in between. Nigeria boasts of them in a smashing potpourri of floral and fauna specimens The Zambian honey which was the closest thing to home for me, paled in comparison to these notes cascading down my throat. “If Nigerian Honey is World-class, Why isn’t it on UK