“Nothing is more insipid than forced fruits. A wealthy man in Paris, with all his stoves and hot-houses, only succeeds in getting all the year round poor fruits and poor vegetables for his table at a very high price. If I had cherries in frost, and golden melons in the depths of winter, what pleasure should I find in them when my palate did not need moisture or refreshment. Would the heavy chestnut be very pleasant in the heat of the dog-days; should I prefer to have it hot from the stove, rather than the gooseberry, the strawberry, the refreshing fruits which the earth takes care to provide for me. A mantlepiece covered in January with forced vegetation, with pale and scentless flowers, is not winter adorned but spring robbed of its beauty; we deprive ourselves of the pleasures of seeking the first violet in the woods, of noting the earliest buds, and exclaiming in a rapture of delight, ‘Mortals, you are not forsaken, nature is living still.’”

Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Quoted from Emile (1762)