Ah, Turkish Delight, that most heavenly of a chocolate creations. There used to be a lonely bar at my comprehensive school tuck shop. No one would buy it because it was a well known fact that eating Turkish Delight made you gay, because it was made out of roses. This is a view probably only shared by 13 year-old-boys and US Republicans. I've tested the theory extensively, and no matter how many bars I've eaten, I've not experienced any signs of incipient gayness. I even sniffed a rose once without feeling any urges to manlove or watch Glee.
Marzipan we didn't have at our school tuck shop, as it was far too sophisticated for our comprehensive school tastes. It's also divine. I was forced to mine it from stale Christmas cake.