The taste of this whiskey: dust on an ancient volume of “The Canterbury Tales”;
swamp water you’ve been swimming through for an hour alone, not knowing where you are, never having felt so alive;
the shot your new ex just bought you, as she tearfully ended a long and meaningful relationship;
the taste in your mouth as you watched her walk away, accepting it, and wishing her well;
tap water, you swigged to clear the dryness, after committing to an irreversible choice that would alter your reality forever.