Let us consider the fig. All the days of Solomon, Judah and Israel from Dan to Beer-sheva dwelt in safety, everyone under their own vine and under their own fig tree. The fig is somewhat of an acquired taste. Not like a chocolate milkshake or sweet corn on the cob with real butter.
Figs are slightly pungent, maybe even a little bit musky.
Children tend not to be enamored of them initially. Their skins are acidic and hard on the hands of those who work with them, as my grandmother never failed to remind us each time she would give us a small jar of her highly coveted fresh fig preserves. In the ancient world figs were also prized for their utilitarian qualities. They could be used to make a poultice, a dressing for flesh wounds or skin irritations. And closely related to the vermifugial quality of the fig was its well known property of being a very effective laxative.