#glass honey jar

[fanatic1998new]

What should you keep honey in?

Ceramic

Glass

Wood

For context, I’m playing a beekeeper d&d character who also makes her own honey jars/pots (your preference on what it’s called.

So I tried to research the benefits of each material used to store honey and only found one link that sort of touched on what I was looking for and limited information

Anyway, I figured I would turn to my fav community of artsy, sciencey, hyperfocusing pals to see if you knew anything more😁

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[jay-wasreblogging]

My head canon is that when they all go out to shop together at the supermarket, Sherlock grabs whatever he wants and puts it into the trolley without asking.

And no, he never pays. That's why Mariana (with the business card) is there. John is there to carry all the bags because Sherlock definitely isn't carrying anything.

#i say this because my parents always go shopping for grocery with my mums card and thats when i can grab anything and just chuck it in #also my dad never allows me to carry any bags (too heavy for me apparently) and just makes me carry the glass jar of honey/jam #sherlock & co #sherlock #sherlock and co #sherlock holmes #john watson #goalhanger podcasts #mariana ametxazurra

[austim]

Blueberry Creamed Honey from Ioway Bee Farm

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[shararan]

I love all binghes so very much but bingge has a special thing by being like an extra special little chewing toy

#hes just so!!! so!!!!!!! #his entire existense is just so oh honey no #i dont know how to describe it its 6am and im unmedicated #no thought only bingge in a glass jar with grass and holes for air on top #sharan talks

[lilithkundalini]

honey bear.

#altar #tea #glass jar #my bedroom #doesn't have honey inside #its holding my hair clips

[readymades2002]

big candles in glass jars are so challenging. because you look at a big candle in a glass jar, perhaps with a lovely glass cap as well, and you say ohhhhh i love you i love you so much. but then you have to continue lighting big candle in glass jar once it has dipped below a certain height and you will suffer much woe in attempting to do this. is it a delightful enough candle to be worth it? varies based on candle and taste. but oh so frightening oh so scary oh so terrifying to work with small matches and a big candle in a glass jar just thinking about it is giving me a chill...

#the candle this is about is a pear and honey scented one. if you were curious. its very nice but ohhhh how i hate lighting it #also i dont own this own but i once saw a big candle in glass jar that was strawberry scented. i sniffed it myself. #comrades? this was a FUCKING strawberry scented candle. never has something delivered so thoroughly on a promise #as this candle delivered on its strawberry scent. not artificial candy strawberry either even the look of this candle was like jam #i think about it more often than is justified i think but ohhh i wish i could show you all. i wish i could give you this candle...!!!

[maadhavglassbottles]

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[thethingything]

yeah so anyway we’re having a normal one right now

#personal #thoughts #Mellea post #the other day we cleaned a label off a honey jar #and now we're cleaning a label off this glass bottle that looks really cool and old fashioned #I'm currently just looking at out victorian glass collection and then at the various jars of stuff we've got #and thinking about the renders we used to make in college that were all glass objects #and realising that maybe we actually just really like glass and for some reason never counted it as a special interest #anyway I think this jar/bottle is maybe going to become our new container for watering the plants because it feels kind of fancy - Mellea

[intheslowlane]

Appetizers and Snacks - Pickled Cheese Recipe

a delicious pickled feta cheese recipe. Simple to make and can be modified to fit nearly any container. Excellent hostess gift.

#recipe #cheese recipe #cheese #teaspoon honey #pint glass jar

[yerainternationalshrenoltd]

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[henryjefferson]

Cheese - Pickled Cheese A delightful recipe for pickled feta cheese. Easy to make, and adjust to fit almost any container. Makes a great hostess gift.

#container #vinegar #cheese #teaspoon honey #hostess gift #pint glass jar

[austim]

Almond Creamed Honey from Ioway Bee Farm

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#stim #stimmy #stimming #gifs #my gifs #honey #creamed honey #almond #almond creamed honey #food #pouring #pour #drizzle #scoop #spoon #jar #glass jar #brown #beige #gold #yellow #hands #ioway bee farm

[fixomnia-scribble]

WOW.

Scientists found an amazingly well-preserved village from 3,000 years ago

Text below, in case article access dries up:

LONDON — A half-eaten bowl of porridge complete with wooden spoon, communal rubbish bins, and a decorative necklace made with amber and glass beads are just a handful of the extraordinarily well-preserved remnants of a late Bronze Age hamlet unearthed in eastern England that’s been dubbed “Britain’s Pompeii” and a “time capsule” into village life almost 3,000 years ago.

The findings from the site, excavated in 2015 to 2016, are now the subject of two reports, complete with previously unseen photos, published this week by University of Cambridge archaeologists, who said they cast light onto the “cosy domesticity” of ancient settlement life.

“It might be the best prehistoric settlement that we’ve found in Britain,” Mark Knight, the excavation director and a co-author of the reports, said in an interviewThursday. “We took the roofs off and inside was pretty much the contents,” he said. “It’s so comprehensive and so coherent.”

The reason for the rare preservation: disaster.

The settlement, thought to have originally consisted of several large roundhouses made of wood and constructed on stilts above a slow-moving river, was engulfed by a fire less than a year after being built.

During the blaze, the buildings and much of their contents collapsed into a muddy river below that “cushioned the scorched remains where they fell,” the university said of the findings. This combination of charring from the fire and waterlogging led to “exceptional preservation,” the researchers found.

“Because of the nature of the settlement, that it was burned down and its abandonment unplanned, everything was captured,” Knight added.

“As we excavated it, there was that feeling that we were picking over someone else’s tragedy,” he said of the eerie site in the swampy fenland of East Anglia. “I don’t think we could smell the fire but the amount of ash around us — it felt close.”

Researchers said they eventually unearthed four large wooden roundhouses and an entranceway structure, but the original settlement was probably “twice as big.”

The site at Must Farm dates to about 850 B.C., eight centuries before Romans came to Britain. Archaeologists have been shocked at “just how clear the picture is” of late Bronze Age life based on the level of detail uncovered, Knight said.

The findings also showed that the communities lived “a way of life that was more sophisticated than we could have imagined,” Duncan Wilson, head of Historic England, the public body responsible for preserving England’s historic environment, said in a statement.

The findings unearthed include a stack of spears, possibly for hunting or defense; a decorative necklace “with beads from as far away as Denmark and Iran”; clothes of fine flax linen; and a female adult skull rendered smooth, “perhaps a memento of a lost loved one,” the research found.

The inhabitants’ diet was also rich and varied, including boar, pike and bream, along with wheat and barley.

A pottery bowl with the finger marks of its maker in the clay was also unearthed, researchers said, still containing its final meal — “a wheat-grain porridge mixed with animal fats” — with a wooden spatula resting inside the bowl.

“It appears the occupants saved their meat juices to use as toppings for porridge,” project archaeologist Chris Wakefield said in the university’s news release. “Chemical analyses of the bowls and jars showed traces of honey along with ruminant meats such as deer, suggesting these ingredients were combined to create a form of prehistoric honey-glazed venison,” he added.

Skulls of dogs — probably kept as pets and to help with hunting — were also uncovered, and the dogs’ fossilized feces showed they fed on scraps from their owners’ meals, the research found.

The buildings, some connected by walkways, may have had up to 60 people living there all together, Knight said, along with animals.

Although no intact sets of human remains were found at the site, indicating that the inhabitants probably fled the fire safely, several sheep bones were found burned indoors. “Skeletal remains showed the lambs were three to six months old, suggesting the settlement was destroyed sometime in late summer or early autumn,” according to the university’s news release.

Ceramic and wooden vessels including tiny cups, bowls and large storage jars were also found. Some pots were even designed to nest, stacked inside one another, Knight said — evidence of an interest in aesthetics as well as practicality.

A lot of similar items were found replicated in each home, Knight added, painting the picture of completely independent homesteads for each family unit rather than distinct buildings for shared tasks — much like we live today.

Household inventories often included metal tools, loom weights, sickles for crop harvesting, axes and even handheld razors for cutting hair.

The roundhouses — one of which had almost 50 square meters (nearly 540 square feet) of floor space — had hearths and insulated straw and clay roofs. Some featured activity zones for cooking, sleeping and working akin to modern-day rooms.

The Must Farm settlement has produced the largest collection of everyday Bronze Age artifacts ever discovered in the United Kingdom, according to Historic England, which partly funded the 1.1 million pound ($1.4 million) excavation project.

The public body labeled the site a “time capsule,” including almost 200 wooden artifacts, over 150 fiber and textile items, 128 pottery vessels and more than 90 pieces of metalwork. Some items will go on display at the nearby Peterborough Museum next month.

Archaeologists never found a “smoking gun” cause for the fire, Knight said. Instead, they suspect it was either an attack from “outside forces,” which may explain why the inhabitants never returned to collect their possessions from the debris, or an accidental blaze that spread rapidly across the tightly nestled homes.

“Probably all that was left was the people and what they were wearing; everything else was left behind,” Knight said of the fire.

But the preservation has left a window for people to look back through in the future. “You could almost see and smell their world,” he said.

“The only thing that was missing was the inhabitants,” Knight added. “And yet … I think they were there — you certainly got glimpses.”

#archaeology #bronze age #UK archaeology #excavations

[etheries1015]

Oh fiddlesticks 😭😭 I like to think that Lilia had to (finally) censor himself when he was in custody of Silver...He decided this after one particular day...

Lilia- Silver, what the fuck did you do?!

Little Sebek- WHAT THE FUCK

Lilia, perplexed- s-sebek!.... Please don't repeat that to your mother...

Little Silver- *Sitting on the floor in front of a broken glass jar, covered in flour head to toe* getting some fucking flour

Lilia- w-when did you learn to say that...?

Malleus- Surely you must be aware its your unadalturated filter that is causing such vulgar words to escape the little humans mouths.

Lilia- well, you turned out fine, did you not?

Malleus- As far as you are aware, yes. However these are young and impressionable humans with very little capacity for learning proper vocabulary outside of their guardians manner of speech.

Lilia, appalled and weeping to himself

Years later...

Lilia- Oh shi- sugar honey iced tea!

Lilia, falling down the stairs- ouch! Oh heavens! Oh goodness gracious!

Malleus- ...well I suppose it is an...improvement.

#twisted wonderland #Twst #Lilia Vanrouge #Lilia headcannon #Lilia vanrouge headcannon #twst headcannnon #twisted wonderland headcannon #Malleus #Malleus Draconia #Sebek #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Intoxicated.

Pairing: Yandere!Fae King x Reader (OC).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Non/Con -> Dub/Con, AFAB!Reader, Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationships, Orgasm Denial, and Obsessive Behavior.

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His chambers reeked of honey and lavender.

A stark improvement when compared to the raw stench of sweating bodies and animal fervor that’d hung over the celebrations still raging on in his banquet hall, but strong thick enough to turn your stomach, still choking enough to leave your head spinning, your vision distorted and dark around the edges. A thick, lilac smoke clouded the air, courtesy of the herbs smoldering in jars of stained glass on a nearby windowsill – only adding to your current haziness. It went without saying that none of it, of course, was aided by the clever, slender fingers slowly drawing lazy circles into your clit, the stimulation too much to block out entirely but not nearly enough to bring you any real satisfaction. It was hard to be frustrated, though, when you considered who that stimulation was coming from.

Aisling had positioned himself behind you, propped against the ornate headboard of his almost comically oversized bed. Two long, hoofed legs stretched out on either side of you – flecks of golden pollen still dusted over his dark fur. His chest was bear and cool where it pressed into your back, and his unoccupied hand alternated between wrapping snuggly around your midriff and prying your thighs apart when they attempted in-vain to shut. His touch, like most other things about him, left much to be desired. You’d lost track of how long you’d spent here, how much time had passed since he carried you out of those wretched rituals his kind called revelries, but couldn’t have been any longer than a few minutes, even if it felt like a small eternity lapsed by every time you let your eyes droop shut. He prided himself on his adeptness in all things frivolous and pleasurable, and you couldn’t imagine him taking this long to bring you to climax.

“I’ve grown quite fond of your meekness, you know.” His voice was a deep rumble, less a string of words and more a prolonged, inflected purr. Cold lips ghosted over the curve of your ear, and his fingers found a new pattern; one with enough force behind to it make your head lull forward, a slight whimper slipping past your grit teeth as the loose knot in your core began to tighten. “At first, it was rather irking to realize I would never be able to make love to you under the light of the full moon to the accompaniment of my finest bards, but I think I’ve come to like how—” A quirk of his wrist, a strange crescent-like motion. You withered against him, your hips bucking stiltedly into his hand. “—reserved your kin tend to be. It feels more intimate, locking ourselves away like this. Like we share a common secret.”

That fucking smell. The sickening sweetness of it seemed to claw and tear at your lungs, to lodge itself in the hollows of your skull and send a warm, steady pulsing down the length of your spine with every slight movement of Aisling’s fingers. You let your eyes fall shut, your hands kneading at the silk of his sheets as the knot sitting in your core coiled ever-tighter, as you came so, so close to that—

As Aisling pulled away, his touch skirting over the inside of your thigh before forcing two fingers into the dripping entrance of your cunt. You couldn’t bite back the fractured whine that bubbled past your lips, arching your back as he spread and curled his digits inside of you. “Still,” he went on, sighing in mock-disappointment. “I feel like our relationship has been far from reciprocal, as of late. I do adore taking care of you, and I don’t mean to sound unthankful, but—” Another pause, another sigh. “I am beloved to all folks of the land and air, worshiped by the valleys and mountains alike, and dearest to all beings with the wisdom necessary to appreciate true beauty. Why is it that the one I cherish most so evidently detests my very existence?”

“Be—” A broken moan cut you off, draw out by a particular scissoring motion of his fingers. It was a fight to find your voice again. “Because you’re a fucking prick.”

“Your honeyed praises will have to wait, for now.” The heel of his palm ground into your clit, but the friction was too soft, too half-hearted to do anything. His lilac smoke seemed to claw its way down your throat and dislodge a pathetic string of whimpers and mewls, filling the new vacancy with a sort of… a sort of liquid heat, strong enough to leave you panting and hot enough to have you squirming against him, eager to get that much closer to his frigid body. Your desperation earned a melodic laugh from Aisling, a tender nuzzling of his cheek against yours. “Oh? Do you have something you’d like to ask for, little fawn?”

He forced a third finger into your terribly empty cunt, and something inside of you seemed to break open. “Please, Aisling, I—” You paused, gasped as his fingers curved against the clenching walls of your pussy. “I need to cum. I can’t take another—”

Whatever you might’ve said dissolved into a broken, pained moan as he drew back entirely, his slick-stained hand moving to your chin and tilting your head back, his lips finding your own before your shock could fade into hurt. Pointed, cat-like fangs burrowed into your bottom lip as his rough tongue laved over your own, the gesture less of a kiss and more of an attempt to permanently attach a part of him to a part of you. His taste was one of fresh fruit and sugared cream, and by the time he pulled away, you were panting, heaving, clambering to stay as close as him as you possibly could, to get as much from him as you possible could. Aisling only laughed as you rushed to straddle him, taking your face in both hands and pulling you into another long, lingering kiss – his mouth just as sweet as his poisons.

“Such a beautiful song,” he muttered, pulling back far enough to speak, but not leaving quite enough distance to disguise the crooked smile spread across his lips.

“Perhaps, by the time we’re finished, you’ll love me enough to deserve to.”

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