A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

Liquorice allsorts. You asked me once 
why I said I was a paradox. I never
got around to answering. I’m not
a paradox, I’m an assortment of paradoxes,
colourful, sweet, salty, an acquired taste. 
I’ve been spat out enough times. I tried
to warn you off. You had to learn it for yourself:
you can’t handle flavour this complex. 
No, no, don’t worry.  I’m not offended. 
I knew your taste wasn’t mature enough.