Peachy

It’s all about the peach, the fruit that is. Today it was their smell that enticed as they sat nestled in their respective indentations in the plastic liner of the cardboard box: ripe California peaches. The smell was heavenly, the epitome of “peachiness” that perfumers of candles, hair products and body lotions can only hope to approximate.

And then the flavour as the slightly acid, gently sweet, oh so juicy pulp floods the taste buds. My god there is no description for it as the juice drips down your chin, trickles down your throat. Let us rejoice in fruit, revel in the joy that is the peach, the perfection, nay the apex of ripe ecstasy.