Oh, you’re going to love this one—I just crossed a mango with a cactus and a splash of blue‑violet from a forget‑me‑not. I called it “Mango‑Spike‑Berry” because it smells like summer fruit and has little prickly bumps that glow faintly at night. It’s still sprouting in my kitchen window, but if you get a bite you’ll feel like you’re chewing on a sweet, crunchy sunset with a little peppery bite—just don’t forget to give it some cactus‑friendly soil, or it’ll keep you on the edge of a tiny, prickly cliff!