Interesting. I wonder if it's the difference in climate (does Norway get hot in summer?) or in species of strawberry or both. Sounds like you got the better deal anyway.
When I lived in North Wales decades ago we had wild strawberries, they were about two or three times the volume of a chickpea in size (IIRC), and in two years I only ever found one that was ripe all the way around (they usually ripen on one side, or had a large patch of white unripeness even when the rest was red). I don't even remember that one tasting particularly stunning either.
In my experience wild strawberries have an almost explosive aroma that is similar to but different from cultivated strawberries. In contrast to cultivated strawberries the sweetness is very subdued.
I never liked strawberries much until I my ex-fiancée took me for an afternoon picking wild ones in the beech forest above a fjord in southern Norway (near Porsgrunn). Only the size of garden peas, but a taste explosion in the mouth: intense flavour and intoxicating sweetness. Absolutely wonderful.
The giant store-bought things are pale and uninteresting by comparison. I can't eat them. They are like the ghosts of fruit.
My friend's wild strawberries in his garden in South Moravia are nearly as good. Similarly tiny, similarly intense.