Many years ago I planted a fruiting quince. One catalog described the fruit as making "the best jam you ever tasted." It took a few years for the tree to bloom. Then the blooms were susceptible to late frosts. Every year the tree would get a bad case of rust or some kind of fungal disease. In winter, I would try to prune out the diseased part. When I finally got a fruit or two, I expected them to be aromatic, but I couldn't really smell anything. Later I read that long cooking releases the aroma. Hmmm.
I remember the little poem about the Owl and the Pussycat:
"They dined on mince and slices of quince which they ate with a runcible spoon."
Good for them, but I don't think they were real. I decided to get rid of the tree (even though I paid good money for it!). I will try to plant some other edible there that can make it without a lot of maintenance.
Caleb chopped the tree down for me yesterday. I will probably wait until next fall to plant something there.