Imagine the World's Most Interesting Apple Gentleman, and an unknown apple. Some unidentified apples. He (the gent) inclines his head politely. Squints and sniffs at the apple before taking a bite, measuring its blush, parsing its lenticels. He swirls the bits in his mouth. Pronounces, "Of the Snow family, I think." Spits, bites again, chews. Swallows. "Yes. McIntosh branch. Not that that helps us much." The next bite is pensive. "But something else. Cidery." Another bite. "Well balanced. Sprightly."
An amateur explores the pomaceous fruit