Arborean fireseeds, Gar-Bar root, Elysian pears, crimson lotus petals, Bytopian shepherd's bread, shiftspice from the chaos of Limbo, and sea-plums

"Don't swallow them; simply spit them out when they've finished tingling." He smiles and offers you a handful of small, red seeds.  The seeds, sweet and tasting faintly of cinnamon, become warm and tingle in your mouth... it takes a moment for you to realize that they've actually burst into flame. Soon, however, the sensation dies out, and you spit them into the gutter.

He offers a small brown cube of what looks to be rubbery vegetable matter. "It is quite chewy... do not swallow it, but spit it out when it no longer has taste."  The root, initially quite hard and difficult to chew, has a sweet, syrupy taste. Soon it becomes soft and gummy, and you find yourself merrily smacking away. Eventually, though, the flavor dies off, and you spit the gooey, brown wad into the gutter.

He proffers you the largest, juiciest-looking pear you've ever laid eyes on. "The are my favorites," the old merchant chuckles. "So sweet! Reminds me of my youth."  There is nothing supernatural about this pear's flavor, but it may well be the best you've ever had.

The old man offers what looks like small, brownish-red flakes. Upon closer inspection, they are revealed to be dried flower-petals. "These may make you a bit dizzy, my good man, so take care once you've eaten them."  The petals melt quickly on your tongue, leaving behind an odd, but not quite unpleasant, aftertaste that you can't place. Despite the old merchant's warning, however, you don't feel the slightest bit disoriented. He seems slightly disappointed to see it has no effect on you.

He offers you two thick slices of spiced nut-bread. They are very aromatic, smelling of carrots and almond.  The bread tastes, much as you had expected, of carrots and almonds. It is slightly sweet and light, leaving you hungry for more of the stuff.

He dangles a tiny paper packet before you. "Wet your fingertip and place it into the spice, then simply lick it from your finger. Each dip should taste slightly different."  "The spice may taste of whatever one would like. It is little more than a matter of concentration and willpower to bends its flavor to one's whim."  You finish off the entire packet in a matter or nine or ten 'licks.' As promised, each taste provided you a different flavor.

He hands you a small plum of an odd, blue-green color. "Don't worry, they're pitless. Eat the whole of it."  The plum's rind is slightly bitter and extremely sour - enough to make one grimace and shudder - but the fruit's meat is remarkably sweet. Eaten together, they complement each other well.