I roll my own as far as syrup goes, good old school Clearwater County, MN goodness. Boiled down with a politically incorrect wood fire, cut by my chainsaw, split by a woodsplitter my father in law made, on a home made boiler, on my own fucking land. Makes for a satisfying stack of buttermilk pancakes, with the blueberries my kids picked...fawk I sound like John Denver.... Lol!