It's tart, it's sweet, it tastes like a bottle of minute maid lemonade sneezed across the room and stomped its feet. I want to try it again at season's peak.
Very juicy. Very sweety. Nice cronch. There's a hint of something fruity in the background. Very fun for a yellow apple! To the orchard! The birds were singing today. I haven't spent much time noticing their absence. Purposefully. This apple reminds me of spring for some reason and I'm excited for their return.
This tastes like a Granny Smith that is whispering instead of yelling. Juicy. Tartness hiding in a dark corner, peaking out with every bite. The texture is definitely like a snap, not super crispy, but the resistance is there. Not great, but pretty good!
Very mellow and lots of hints of who he used to be. The energy has faded. Kinda like walking into a room and the convo just wrapped up, the party is now ending, the warmth is returning back to cold. I think I should give him another chance at another time.
It's crisp. It's sweet. Not tart but has the right amount of bite. Feels like it's been weeks since I've tasted an apple. It's definitely been weeks since I've shared an inner thought. So many apples to catch up on, so many feelings to express, so much to wade through that it doesn't seem like it's a good idea to even start.