The true cherry. For those readers in Oregon, the old world has you beat this time. Your Maraschino are imitations of something much more precious. Something made without corn syrup and artificial colors. Even the “natural Maraschino” you produce are not true to the name. I have stumbled upon genuine Marasca cherries, in Luxardo liqueur. As black as an olive, as sweet as they ought to be (not overly), and so rich with the flavor of something in its second form– the sweet-tart flame of its past life flickering across our tongues. The texture is also like an olive– firm but quickly devoured. That is, after sipping my new favorite cocktail, The Montserrat. Like a martini, but lost in the Chihuahuan desert, or the…