By no means would I call myself a super-taster, but I do enjoy trying to pick different notes or "reminders" out of whatever I'm eating, drinking, or smoking. It often happens that I can figure out what something reminds me of, but it takes my wife to point out whatever common element it is that I'm picking up on. She's no help when it comes to cigars though.
After further reflection, I suspect that the real driving force behind how vexsome I found this feeling is simply that I'm unaccustomed to being so wholly incapable of describing something--whether it be a taste or anything else. I've been called a lot of things, but short spoken isn't among them.
While the same "just out of reach" annoyance factor was present, I wouldn't call this an example of the tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon so much as just a situation in which either there is no word to describe something, or else I'm completely unaware that there *is* a word for "it" given the fact that I'm unaware of "it" in the first place. Maybe there isn't an "it" in the first place, and how do you describe something that doesn't exist?
The inability to describe it didn't consciously impact my enjoyment of the cigar or anything, and I'm perfectly content using broad terms (good, crummy, try again later, avoid at all costs, etc.) in my journal entries, it's just that this stick seemed incongruous because of how much I liked it compared to how little I could say about it.
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When we spend more time studying the parsley than the steak it's decorating, then the experience becomes sidetracked...that is, unless one's a
parsley nut.
While I haven't conducted any empirical examinations or read any peer-reviewed articles on the topic or anything, I have heard that some male porn stars will eat lots of parsley in order to uh, maximize output, so to speak...