This is a thing that I've been thinking about for years, but never put into words. When I eat black olives, I think of freshly sharpened pencils. Today, while eating a sandwich containing black olives, I had the thought again. This time, I caught the thought and held onto it long enough to become aware of the connection. To me, black olives taste like the smell of sharpening a pencil. I don't know if the smell is caused by the lead, the wood, the paint on the pencil, or a combination of them.
I like to write about what's on my mind. It often has something to do with bicycling.
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2 comments:
A very odd phenomenon, isn't it?
I won't be so base as to tell you what Pina Colada or Margarita Clif Shot Bloks smell/taste like.
Hmmmmmm? Very interesting.
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