I bought the preserves. When I got home, I put some preserves on some closely buttered spelt bread. I tasted them. Wonderful is too weak a word to describe the glorious taste.
I immediately felt better, clearer. The preserves weren’t sweet, and that they tasted like cherries. A deep cherry flavor I had never skilled before. The skins were left on the cherries, there has been hardly any liquid in the bottle, and the effect on my body was awesome. I never tasted fresh fruit that was half pretty much as good.
Not even the simplest organic fruit I could find. And pretty much as good as the preserves were, I was chuffed after eating two tablespoons. I looked at the bottle. Now that some cherries had been taken out, it was clear glass, without coloring. The magnificent color was from the cherries alone.