Plump. Arousing. Stimulating. Figs are revered since time immemorial as the Fruit of Life. An aphrodisiac as old as the Western Tradition itself. I can imagine it now, reclining along the shores of Athens, popping figs, popping bottles, cheese slices, and endless sun.
What better time to the fruit of the sun into your home than during these darkening, wintery days.
I’m completely smitten with this ornament and would love to see an entire tree decked out in these beauties… Any takers?