Dillted generation.

Thrill of the day: that jar of dill I thought I'd left in the shop was in fact still in my bag. Time to go shopping again, time to grab the bag, time to find the dill.

When I was an undergrad, living with far better cooks than I was/am/will be, there was a ready supply of such flavours. It's taken me over a decade to get some for myself, but now I've got it I'll guard it with my life. Or leave it lying around forgotten.