I well remember, as a child, how I loved it when my father, OBM, would buy comb honey for the family. It was a treat with hardly any competition. Chewing on that delicious comb and having the honey squish out into your mouth in the full intensity of sweetness was a special experience---and then chewing the wax till the last drop of sweetness was gone.
As a beekeeper today, it's easy for me to feast on the slices of cappings I remove from the combs during extraction, but it can't compare to my sister's, my brother's and my excitement when Dad brought us that special delicacy. It wasn't just the honey and the wax, it was an event. It was an experience that contributed to lasting feelings of family love.
I have no idea how much my father paid for it, but it was, in my opinion, unquestionably worth every penny he spent on it.
Perry, don't think of the income you got from the sale of that comb honey---try to imagine what a wonderfull experiences you have given to those who have fed on it.
Your honey becomes one of the fond lifetime memories people carry with them to make their lives happier.
