Last night a witch, whom I had never met before, came to my door seeking beeswax for her potions. Of course, being enchanted by her, I let her have all that I had, including a naturally drawn comb from my top bar hive. In order properly to educate her as to the background, importance and bee-ufacture of the wax, I sang her my ballad on the life of the worker bee (she joining in the chorus) and read my ekphrastic poem about The Cell.
This evening, a message from her came over the aether to say that a whole coven had participated in potioning and she had sung the song to them and recited the poem and that they had loved the experience; also they were fascinated with the comb.
Maybe this opens up a whole new market! Or is it too risky?