The compote made with the yellow plums was so intensely tart and sweet that it made my mouth tingle.

What struck Laudamiel most was a description of ripe, juicy pale yellow plums and the girl who sells them to Grenouille, the first virgin he murders.

Strangest of all, however, was Virgin No. 1, the scent of the girl who sold those yellow plums in the Paris streets.

A fine English sparkler made entirely from chardonnay, with flavours of pineapple, yellow plum and a hint of creamy yogurt.

Beside them were baskets of dried cherries, yellow plums, a puppy on a string, a rooster.

He held out his handful of little yellow plums.

There were baskets of almonds and fresh apricots, trays of red and yellow plums, lemons and oranges.

The Sagra delle brombolete, a festival dedicated to a variety of small yellow plum, is held on the third Sunday of July.

Like a big yellow plum, smells wonderful and tastes even better.

If it is the custard tart with canned French yellow plums (called mirabelles), maybe.