Taste sensation

Usage examples of flavor.

The picture he turned to was of a particularly succulent Divino Abbandono with green-on-gold surface and olive interior and the flavor of heaven.

Ah, for the rich flavors of such food the nuances of toasting and roasting and frying and akh, always akh.

The flavor put Audubon in mind of snipe or woodcock: not surprising, perhaps, when all three were so fond of earthworms.

Because it is the lowest grade of Japanese green tea, Bancha is often used as the tea base for Genmaicha or scented with fruit flavoring to impart a unique fragrance and taste.

The brakie considered this bit of news and rolled it back and forth and tried its flavor against his gossiping palate.

But like all whole-grain breads, the strong taste of unrefined flour obscures the more delicate flavors I am after.

And weeks later, when I grow attuned to small differences in the taste of my breads, I find that you can recognize things like chlorine in the crust, where flavors get concentrated.

Savoy surpasses all other cabbages in tenderness, and in a rich, marrow-like flavor.

Ancient trunks and knotted vines, giant ferns and stippled foliage, the languid monotone of botanical patterning interrupted, at precisely the proper moment, by a sudden caesura in the greenery, bright orchids dazzling as summer clouds, flavored cups of epiphytic ice protruding from their beds of root growth thick as pubic hair up in the crotches of the stilted mangrove trees, or the swoop of incandescent plumage as a blue-throated flycatcher sailed out into the open river space and vanished, the eye barely registering its passage.

Dodge back and forth through the social and commercial strata, snuffling the flavors of change, the plastic aromas of the new Florida superimposed on the Spanish moss, the rain-sounds of the night peepers in the marsh, the sea smell of low tides, creak of bamboo in light winds, fright cry of the cruising night birds, tiny sirens of the mosquitoes, faraway flicker of lightning silhouetting the circus parade of thunderheads on the Gulf horizon-superimposed on all these old enduring things, known when only Caloosas made their shell mounds and slipped through the sawgrass in their dugouts.

We went out and explored the city in the fading light of evening, drifting the gray Dodge back and forth through the social and commercial strata, snuffling the flavors of change, the plastic aromas of the new Florida superimposed on the Spanish moss, the rain-sounds of the night peepers in the marsh, the sea smell of low tides, creak of bamboo in light winds, fright cry of the cruising night birds, tiny sirens of the mosquitoes, faraway flicker of lightning silhouetting the circus parade of thunderheads on the Gulf horizon-superimposed on all these old enduring things, known when only Caloosas made their shell mounds and slipped through the sawgrass in their dugouts.

But far more often, the mention of candy triggers long, enthusiastic exchanges about top candies, addictions and repulsions, flavors and habits.

Many of the candies I exalt are unique combinations of texture and sweetness, with flavor as an afterthought.

Sucking chocolate is usually satisfying, and makes sense because, unlike with hard candies, the flavor emerges at a steady rate.

The many different flavors of fantasy -- Peake and Eddison, Hodgson and Mirrlees -- were nearly expunged, and commodified fantasy ruled.