Nothing at all like a jet engine’s afterburner. Adding an extra shot of fuel to the exhaust to add more thrust, after-taste is that lingering flavor left behind from the exhaust of bad coffee. Not quiet the morning thrust I was hoping for.
Not sure what causes
some flavors to linger while others do not.
For me, the worst is fish. Long after
I’ve eaten it, its ghost remains, swimming in and around my teeth, dropping
scales here and there, creating images of tiny fishbones traveling part way down
my throat.
“Hack! Hack! Cough,
sputter-sputter.”
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