1. lemons. in many forms: fresh, preserved, seared, zested. but lemony, no thanks. associations with cleaning product inevitably prevail.
2. almonds. almond paste and marzipan equally distasteful. amaretto all the worse. notable exceptions – danish frøsnapper.
3. bananas. for which i have been suffering an unaccountable craving of late (that i gratify based on a rumour i heard that we [the world] will be running out of bananas soon, so i may as well get ’em while i can) due less to any great affection for their taste than what i assume is an underlying potassium deficiency, or the state of nigh-perpetual hangover that seems to attend my waking hours regardless of how recently or copiously i drank. possibly it is of neurasthenic or glandular origin. notable exceptions – banana bread, and Salers Gentiane, which does not taste like, nor does it bear any relation to, bananas, and in the rest of the world outside of Canada is not even yellow.
it appears the unifying theme is dessert, to which it may be objected that one is commonly subjected to bad imitations of lemon, almond, and banana flavours in the candy/dessert world, but i have found that even the best and truest of such desserts leave me cold.