Alas! the fruit had no such flavor to yield as I sought.

Excellent American cherries were these, but not so fragrantly sweet as my cousin's cherries.

And if I should return to Polotzk, and buy me a measure of cherries at a market stall, and pay for it with a Russian groschen, would the market woman be generous enough to throw in that haunting flavor?
I fear I should find that the old species of cherry is extinct in Polotzk.
Sometimes, when I am not trying to remember at all, I am more fortunate in extracting the flavors of past feasts from my plain American viands.

I was eating strawberries the other day, ripe, red American strawberries.

Suddenly I experienced the very flavor and aroma of some strawberries I ate perhaps twenty years ago.