He bit into the ripe, red strawberry. It had a complex sweetness owing to the fact that he had sprinkled them with sugar. It was just a miserly amount, but it enhanced the flavor considerably.
The strawberries were on the cusp of spoiling and had no tartness to them, instead tasting a bit fermented.
As he mashed the berries with his teeth, the flavor continued to wash over his tongue. Finally he swallowed the mushy concoction, and felt refreshed.
He selected another strawberry from the bowl, red and ripe like the first and began eating it.
It wasn’t as good.