I took many flute lessons as a teenager, and always enjoyed them. Of all the pieces I learned, the one I liked the most was Debussy's "Syrinx" (composed in 1913). To my ears now, it carries a whiff of the same kind of kitschy exoticism one finds in a lot of early-twentieth-century compositions, but a vague exoticism, with a tinge of the far east and a tinge of the near--a mix of the Greek panpipes with the Chinese pipa. Thirty years ago, though, it suggested to me nothing but pure modernism--it was delightfully bizarre.
This superb rendition was sent me by Scott Gaul in 2007, and I treasure it. I believe it was recorded in the late 1940s or early '50s.