In mangoes reside all the prime first kisses of passionate adolescence. These mango kisses are the purest, most uncontrived, unknowing kisses — kisses of forbidden love, red sunset kisses at dawn, hot kisses that bring down a pure glow of evening into the astonished mind. Mangoes preserve in a fine juice all that was best in everyone’s finest romantic moments, and they leave the taster forever changed. If a man who has never tasted a mango tastes and shares one for the first time with a woman, that woman shall forever have for his longing all that is best of the world’s kisses, and in seeking her love he will seek after the love of all the world’s women. Likewise, if a woman shares her first mango with a man, she will see in his eyes all that was ever in the eyes of men and more. She will feel in his loins all the loins, all the lives, and all the loves that could ever be. Such a couple can never be parted and their happiness can only increase the happiness of all lovers everywhere. Nor is the mango itself reduced in this happy exchange, for in return for the wonder it has brought them, such a couple always willingly donates their best kiss to the mango’s ever-increasing hoard.