This is a case of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.
I made some lasagna tonight that was seriously to die for. My mom was over dropping boxes off for our impending move, but she didn't time it quite right. I hadn't put the lasagna in the oven yet, so she just tasted the separate parts. I did the same thing, and let me tell you, it is not even close to the same experience. The meat sauce, the creamy bechamel and the cheese taste almost bland on their own... but layer them a few times with noodles and bake them for 25 minutes at 425 degrees and the result is pure delight for the taste buds. My stomach is still having a party.
I would give you the recipe except that it took me an eternity to make this lasagna. I literally started making it before I was born and finished it sometime after my death. Nobody wants this kind of recipe.