The quince
And let me leave you with a morsel of poetry from the Richard Burton translation of The Book of the Thousand and One Nights (that’s Burton the explorer, not Burton the actor) — because they're in season:
Quince every taste conjoins; in her are found
Gifts which for queen of fruits the Quince have crowned;
Her taste is wine, her scent the waft of musk;
Pure gold her hue, her shape the Moon’s fair round.
