The 500

So when I first met ATCB (after the rose incident) I made a joke that members of “we” have 500 words they use to describe food (and beverages). So today in my beverage appreciation class I tried to list as many words as I could come up with, because I am SO cool. I’m about 300 short of membership.

BUT I just had to share the result of my efforts. Please comment with suggestions to add.

So, here is the beginning of my list:

Acerbic

Acetic

Acidic

Acrid

Ale

Allspice

Almond

Ambrosial

Anise

Apple

Apricot

Astringent

Balsamic

Banana

Beeswax

Berries

Big

Bitter

Black

Black-Tea

Blue-Red

Blueberry

Blush

Bold

Bordeaux

Bread

Brilliant

Briny

Brown

Brown-Sugar

Burgundy

Burnt-Caramel

Butter

Butterscotch

Carbonation

Cashew

Cedar

Chemical

Cherry

Chewy

Chocolate

Cinnamon

Citrus

Clear

Cloudy

Clove

Cocoa

Coffee

Corked

Crisp

Currant

Curry

Dark

Deep

Dry

Dulcet

Dull

Earthy

Espresso

Floral

Fresh

Fruity

Full-bodied

Gamy

Gasoline

Ginger

Gold

Grainy

Grass

Green

Green-Pepper

Green-Tea

Hazelnut

Hazy

Heavy

Honey

Hot

Intense

Iron

Jalapeno

Jasmine

Juicy

Lactic

Lager

Leather

Lemon

Light

Lime

Liquorice

Lush

Macadamia

Marzipan

Matte

Mellow

Mild

Milk

Mouth-Feel

Mushroom

Musty

Nose

Nutmeg

Nutty

Oak

Oily

Old-Gold

Olfactory

Opaque

Orange

Orange-Blossom

Oxidized

Palatable

Pale-orange

Peach

Pepper

Pine

Plum

Pronounced

Pungent

Rancid

Rank

Raspberry

Red

Red-Berries

Region

Retro-nasal

Rich

Ripe

Roasted

Rose

Rosé

Rough

Rusty

Saccharine

Salty

Savory

Sesame

Sharp

Smokey

Sour

Sour-milk

Spicy

Sticky

Subtle

Sweet

Syrupy

Tangy

Tart

Tobacco

Tough

Treacle

Truffles

Umami

Vanilla

Vinegar

Violet

Vivid

Walnut

Woody

Yellow

Zesty

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Hey you, love the new sneakers. I guess great minds think alike.

I didn’t realize until a few minutes ago how much I miss having you around.

Now if only I could stop staring at the floor and running away.

My subconscious is all about it,
but the rest of me is sort of “meh.”

I am feeling so trapped by this routine, by my house. Not my job, I love that, more school. I hate it there. It’s such an effort to get down and back. I spend my whole day alone. My only friends are my professors. I think the lack of challenge this term is stressing me out more than taking 5 incredibly difficult classes.

These are the days I start thinking of hopping on a plane.

Coincidentally, last night I dreamt I was going to fly you to Europe. I had a map of the world laid out and I was drawing on it the places we would go. My hands became a bit carried away, and just decided

“Fuck it, let’s go to Morocco.”

I had the map in my hand and I was thinking of giving it to you but I started to panic. I was thinking I would just go alone.

This being a dream, I was suddenly on the beach in Lerici with you. The whole city was abandoned and kind of run down. We were thinking of trying to find the house that had been my family’s. We got lost on a side street and then I woke up.

What does it mean?