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Taste is the most unexplored sense
Nothing is inherently tasty or repulsive - it depends on your needs. Deliciousness is simply an index of usefulness.
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.
To possess taste, one must have some soul.
But I am not going to give every detail. Some things lose their fragrance when opened to the air, and there are stirrings of the soul which cannot be put into words without destroying their delicacy.
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Taste, like identity, has value only when there are differences,
Tis chiefly taste, or blunt, or gross, or fine,
Makes life insipid, bestial, or divine.
Better be born with taste to little rent
Than the dull monarch of a continent;
Without this bounty which the gods bestow,
Can Fortune make one favorite happy?
No.
A good taste is often unconscious; a just taste is always conscious.
The beauty of the nature; it gives mankind splendour and glory.
Delicacy is to love what grace is to beauty.
That is beautiful which is produced by the inner need, which springs from the soul.
Taste is an evolution and refinement of one's personal likes and dislikes. This evolution takes place with a constant curiosity and interest in everything. The editing consequently refines the choices and defines taste.
elegance and euphoria
The sense of beauty is intuitive, and beauty itself is all that inspires pleasure without, and aloof from, and even contrarily to interest.
Good taste is either that which agrees with my taste or that which subjects itself to the rule of reason. From this we can see how useful it is to employ reason in seeking out the laws of taste.
Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies
From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
Delicacy is to the affections what grace is to the beauty.
It was a scent that lacked coyness, made no concessions to charm. Like standing on the edge of a great and terrifying cliff, it was shocking, beautiful, sublime.
Sweetly and subtly perfumed ... so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.
Taste is one of the five senses, and the man who tells us with priggish pride that he does not care what he eats is merely boasting of his sad deficiency: he might as well be proud of being deaf or blind, or, owing to a perpetual cold in the head, of being devoid of the sense of smell.
Excellence, much labored for by the race of mortals.
The nourishment is palatable.
Fine and delicate taste is the fruit of education and experience.
The most important thing in art is taste.
I have never cared very deeply about the actual taste of my work. Let its essential odor satisfy my mind and senses, and I am content. I rarely judge by the grosser test of actual gustation ... in cooking, to create a masterpiece for the nose alone - that is exquisite, that is Art!
I have an impressionable palate. A well-worded menu or beautifully presented dish excites me. I get a great deal of pleasure just thinking about food.
Taste ... is a matter of taste (Tad Allagash)
But there is nothing that makes its way more directly to the Soul than Beauty, which immediately diffuses a secret satisfaction and complacency through the imagination, and gives a finishing to any thing that is Great or Uncommon.
Not prettiness, mind you, whose nature is trite, but beauty, which sinks to the depths
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
What is aesthetically beautiful, should not be able to be understood fully: by its mysterious character it should leave behind a vaguely pleasant feeling.
An appearance of delicacy, and even fragility, is almost essential to beauty.
Usefulness! It is not a fascinating word, and the quality is not one of which the aspiring spirit can dream o' nights, yet on the stage it is the first thing to aim at.
Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor ... Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence.
The comfort of browning butter and the excitement of lemon zest.
For the perception of the beautiful we have the term "taste"
a metaphor taken from that which is passive in the body and transferred to that which is active in the mind.
We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.
Seeking survival, hostile, hidden from sight,
Deliciously flavoured - juicy, sweet bite,
Exploding senses preparing to ignite,
Inspiring to escape from the suffocating night.
Beauty is that which excites the soul.
It was so dark, it was almost black and it melted on her tongue into an ancient flavor of seed pod, earth, shade, and sunlight, its bitterness casting just a shadow of sweet. It tasted ... fine, so subtle and strange it made her feel like a novitiate into some arcanum of spice.
Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.
Beauty satisfies the senses completely and at the same time uplifts the soul. That which gratifies the senses is pleasant, and that which uplifts the soul without being sensual in the least is good, true, right, anything you like, but not beautiful.
Beauty - a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.
A highly cultivated taste, a taste that is knowledgeable and eclectic, is likely to be exciting and provocative, a personal taste at its highest level.
Tasting is an act of pleasure, and writing about that pleasure is an artistic gesture, but the only true work of art, in the end, is another person's feast.
Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.
Delicacy in woman is strength.
Nothing so effectually deadens the taste of the sublime as that which is light and radiant.
Taste is made of a thousand distastes
Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
Novelty is an essential attribute of the beautiful.
It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality.
There is an aesthetics in all things.
I believe that one of the most powerful things of all is aesthetics.
The beauty you see in others in within you.
Discover her appetite, and to see the relish with which she ate the
With cooking, there's always the tangible and the intangible: that which is in the domain of sentiment, of the individual.
Taste depends upon those finer emotions which make the organization of the soul.
A truly elegant taste is generally accompanied with excellency of heart.
Delicious foods are drugs that will inflame the gut and rot the bones, but there is no harm if one eats moderately. Delightful things are all purveyors of destruction and decadence, but there is no regret if one enjoys them moderately.
Good taste, the last and vilest of human superstitions, has succeeded in silencing us where all the rest has failed.
Things taste sweeter when you have some hunger left to linger. You feel it hunting your head for buried things; digging into the fractures of your breath warm and greedy.
Sweetness. That was the first surprise. He'd heard so many tart words from these lips . . . but her kiss was sweet. Cool and sweet, with a hint of true decadence beneath. Like a sun-ripened plum at the height of summer. Ready to fall into his hand at the slightest inducement.
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
The profoundest of all sensualities
is the sense of truth
and the next deepest sensual experience
is the sense of justice.
Excellence nourishes the soul.
The beauty of the soul; inner peace and joy.
There may be something petty in a refined taste; it easily degenerates into effeminacy. It does not consider the broadest use. It is not content with simple good and bad, and so is fastidious and curious or nice only.
There is something about someone making a fantastic sandwich, taking care to spread lots of mayo all the way to the edges. Making sure every bite has a bit of everything in it. There's something special about that.
There are different flavours of sexiness.
Mindless, beautiful, and deadly...
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
Taste is, so to speak, the microscope of the judgment.
Beauty is the splendour of truth
Taste has no system and no proofs.
Food is the supremest of pleasures.
It is important to experiment and endlessly seek after creating the best possible flavors when preparing foods. That means not being afraid to experiment with various ingredients.
What one relishes, nourishes.
A delicacy of taste is favorable to love and friendship, by confining our choice to few people, and making us indifferent to the company and conversation of the greater part of men.
The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.
Taste is the feminine of genius.
Fine taste is an aspect of genius itself, and is the faculty of delicate appreciation, which makes the best effects of art our own.
Taste is tiring like good company.
Presence, power and warmth.
You can cultivate taste, as you can the intellect. Full understanding whets the appetite and desire, and, later, sharpens the enjoyment of possession.
The recipe for great work is: very exacting taste, plus the ability to gratify it.
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
You think about some of the most memorable meals you've ever had; the food will be good but it will often be about locating a mental memory and taste is inexorably linked to all the other senses and memory, so ultimately it is all about taste.
What you are is the most subtle delicacy of being.
The taste of good coffee, so deep and complex that it was almost a crime to describe it by a single name. The sound of rain falling on the pavement, the smell of petrichor and moistened loam. The color of a single raven's feather in the sunlight, rainbows caught in ebony - ==========
An oyster, that marvel of delicacy, that concentration of sapid excellence, that mouthful bwefore all other mouthfuls, who first had faith to believe it, and courage to execute? The exterior is not persuasive.
An understanding of what food is and how cooking works does no violence to the art of cuisine, destroys no delightful mystery. Instead, the mystery expands from matters of expertise and taste to encompass the hidden patterns and wonderful coincidences of nature.
Tact is good taste in action.
The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.
Cooking is the most succulent of human pleasures.