Why not soak chopped figs in vodka?
These figs transitioned nicely
over my cutting board
and into a Mason jar of vodka where they will live happily for the next month or so . . . maybe longer. At which time I will strain them through cheesecloth, give the worms in my compost something to think about, and—I hope—happily imbibe this taste of fall into the wee winter months.
No glue required.