These are quince. I picked them in the vineyards yesterday and intend to make some quince marmalade with them in the next few days. Meanwhile they are making the kitchen smell wonderful. Apparently they are a symbol of love and happiness and were used as room fragrances by the Victorians. I like them because they are beautiful, smell like highly scented apples, have pretty pink flowers in the spring and are free. No-one else seems to pick them, so there are hundreds for the gathering.
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