Dancing Around the Four Sides

The savour is tied very much to the variety of quince. Some are like eating sour bark, particularly the slick, bitter, fibrous pith (i.e. virtually inedible unless cooked jam and heavily sweetened, which I do not care for). The odour, though -- it is impossible for me to distinguish, when I think of the fruit, what part of the appeal is flavour, and what scent. The blossom is also very beautiful. I miss quinces.