Clove -- we won't talk about the "double whammie" of clove cigarettes.
Clove . . . to the point that recipes calling for "clove of garlic" put me off when I see the "clove" and only bring me back into a balanced kharma when I see "garlic."
Why don't they call it a pod of garlic?
When I was in the Army (Daphne DuLibre is a pun on a classic European bike race. I'm a guy.) When I was in the Army, the cooks prepared ham with clove and pineapple.
Ick. The most huge aesthetic mistake of the 20th Century is pineapple on pizza. I like pineapple, but not with ham, especially not with ham on pizza.
Anyway, ham with clove and pineapple. I'm not alone. The cooks in the mess hall would prepare a ham for us without the clove, without the pineapple. And it always got eaten.
I'm not a fussy eater, but I don't care for nutmeg and leave it out of recipes. Caraway seed, nahhhhhhhh. And please omit the celery seed in my cole slaw -- It tastes bitter.
But cumin . . . Jeez. I like to open the bottle and take a whiff just because I'm in the cupboard.
Sometimes I take a whiff for "inspiration" (which literally means "take a whiff) -- inspiration for coming up with something for dinner. I add cumin to my Pace Piquante . . .