The taste of the sweet Smyrna fig in the middle east was kind of like my experience with cheesecake. The only type of cheesecake I ever had growing up was the Jello pudding type my mother used to make for me, with graham cracker crust. Then I discovered real cheesecake, like New York cheesecake while in Europe.
They brought it out to me and it was this tall thin slice on a plate with a slighty browned top. I looked at it and said to myself, "I'm being cheated, this isn't enough!" When I took the first bite it slowly, very slowly rolled around in my mouth as a very rich, thick texture which lasted quite a while. Then I said to myself, "Oh, so that's what real cheesecake tastes like." So when I think of cheesecake, I don't think of the Jello substitute anymore.