The spinner started slowly, gaining speed like the cotton-candy machine at the fair, until it was sending heavenly smells into the atmosphere. ‘It separates out the honey,’ she said. ‘Takes out the bad stuff, leaves the good. I’ve always thought how it would be to have spinners like this for human beings. Just toss them in and let the spinner do its work.’
— The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, p. 77