Peaches are sensual.
There was cult in the early 1900's from my hometown.
The Brides of Eden or the Holy Rollers or what have you. They changed their name all the time. The leader had a peach orchard. He convinced all of these women that they were the virgin mother if they slept with him. He was Jesus Christ risen again. Or so they thought.
Kiger Island was the name of their spot. The brides of Eden is the most fitting name though. So many peaches. Peaches are sexual. They have the mysterious stone in the middle. Crumpled and hard with the blood red flesh surrounding it. The yellow flesh itself is juicy and sweet. A ripe peach is a mess. It drips down your lips and always ends up all over the face and hands and shirt. The peach requires a napkin. It makes more sense that the apple in the garden of Eden would be a peach.
Apples are clean. They're not juicy, they're not colorful. They're flesh isn't soft. They're hard, crisp with a clean center. Puritan.
There are those that believe that the apple in the garden of Eden was really a pomegranate. It also makes sense. Pomegranates are also sensual. You have to rip them open to reveal hundreds of red seeds. Fertility is obvious. They're also sacred. In Judaism, there are 613 rules to follow in the Tenakh. It's said that pomegranates have 613 seeds. Also, the French word for Apple is Pomme. Coincidence? I think not.
