ABSTRACT
In the 1970s, I was visiting Fairchild Tropical Garden to consult its living and herbarium collection. A prominent Harvard botanist was also visiting. As we passed in the hall we began talking, and I noticed he had a branch in his hand. I asked about it, and he told me that it was Canella winterana, known in some areas as cinnamon bark. He informed me that the leaves had a wonderful taste, and I knew what was coming. He had the reputation of being a practical joker, and he had decided that I was to be his next victim.
