Like previous years, Cupid and Juliet were easier to eat out of hand than the Romeo or Carmine Jewel. The CJ had the lowest Brix (around 11), but the other 3 all had a Brix around the mid-teens, even though Romeo was distinctly more tart than Cupid or Juliet. So perceived tartness must be the balance between acidity and sugars, and not just Brix alone. I think my favorite is Juliet, but maybe that’s because it ripened a few days ahead of Cupid so by the time Cupid was ripe I had already eaten enough fresh cherries to last me awhile.
All 4 bushes (plus another tree sour-cherry I have) produced about 20-25 pounds or more of cherries each, my first big year of production. All of the CJ and half or so of the Romeo were made into juice and hot-water canned (lots of natural acid in there to preserve things!). Apart from a few pounds eaten fresh and maybe 5 pounds left on the bushes to sample later on as summer turned to Fall, the rest were all pitted, halved and oven dried into dried cherries. I actually find these dry cherries too tart for my liking, and even the dried Cupid and Juliet taste just as tart to me as the dried Romeo and tree-cherry. But my wife loves them and uses them daily in salads, which is good because there are a lot of bags of them to go through before next summer!
As a side note, the cherries left on the bushes remained in pretty good shape well into Fall. My main harvest ran from mid-July to early August. By early September the cherries on the bushes were still in pretty good shape and tasted less tart than a month earlier. By late September into early October many were still in okay shape but they now tasted very bland, like little bags of water with a slight hint of fruit. So while tartness decreases if the cherries are left on the bush after they first ripen, the intensity of taste seems to suffer too. In my case I like to pick them as soon as I feel they are truly ripe, in large part because I had to completely net the cherries this year, and I was worried each morning that I would look out to see a bird or animal all tangled up in the netting. (Didn’t happen). The tree-cherry I couldn’t get a net over, and the birds pecked holes in an awful lot of those cherries.