Taste

Taste. The magical sense intertwined with smell. It means a lot to me. Every era of life has a taste, every taste has an era. Twizzlers almost taste like grass from eating lunch at day camp on the grass when I was seven. Fruit tropical Trident gum is the August I was eight. Dominos pizza and diet coke are the entire year of fourth grade. Trident watermelon gum is the summer I was nine. Cheese ravioli are the spring at the end of fifth grade. Trident sweet mint is the following August.  Garlic knots are springtime I was eleven, March and April. Chips and salsa from Chipotle are March 2009.