Today's apple is a daughter of the South, but mine grew in the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts. Apples have their own territories, but I can only taste what I have. Today that is two of these oblate, slightly conical apples grown far north of the Mason-Dixon Line. A dull red blush covers about half the surface over spring green. Large light lenticels are striking, as is an iridescent coppery sheen reflecting from the peel's satiny finish. Virginia has an open calyx , a thick stem, and no aroma.
An amateur explores the pomaceous fruit