Our first fall in Fairbanks I distinctly remember walking up the hill behind our house and exclaiming, "What is that smell?" This was not in a good way. This smell reminded me of a cross between gym socks and a musty old antique book store.
They don't call it paradise for nothing! Quinces, crabapples and lingonberries combine forces to make the prettiest, most delicious jelly you've had. This is your grandma's jelly. She knew what was good.