They tasted like oysters, with a peppery flavor which left no desire for condiments of any kind.
He is a bachelor man--his tastes were ever bachelor, and there are no women folk in the house.
We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house and the kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven families--and all hot, too; none of your flabby, tough meat that's laid in a cupboard in a damp cellar all night and tastes like a hunk of old cold cannibal in the morning.
And a person's taste is as much his own peculiar concern as his opinion or his purse.
In general, he was particular and dainty enough, and knew well each shade of flavour in his food, but now the devilled chicken tasted like sawdust.
With a wonder-producing smell potent enough to make the strongest beast faint with joy, the meat tasted like the world’s best runny cheesecake spiced with something indescribable.
This liquor tasted like a small cider, and was notunpleasant.
The supper was excellent; and though the Castle was rather subject to dry-rot insomuch that it tasted like a bad nut, and though the pig might have been farther off, I was heartily pleased with my whole entertainment.
They were miserable dumplings, filled with something that tasted like shredded paper, but they were still better than prison chicken's feet.
Topics he does not care for are "bosh," those which he has a smattering of, he simply appropriates; his prejudices are, in his opinion, expert criticism; his taste impeccable; his judgment infallible; and to him the world is a pleasance built for his sole pleasuring.
=BAD TASTE IN MOURNING= Mourning observances are all matters of fixed form, and any deviation from precise convention is interpreted by the world at large as signifying want of proper feeling.
We also caught a large number of yellow-green gilthead, half a decimeter long and tasting like dorado, plus some flying gurnards, authentic underwater swallows that, on dark nights, alternately streak air and water with their phosphorescent glimmers.
“They taste like chicken stuffed with truffles,” Conseil said.
But when a little glass of vinegar is worth 1,500,000 francs, its taste is a small price to pay.”
Because, frankly, it tasted like leather.
“Your affair is not bad,” said Athos, after having tasted like a connoisseur and indicated by a nod of his head that he thought the wine good; “and one may draw fifty or sixty pistoles from this good man.
This refined taste is the consequence of education and habit; we are born only with a capacity of entertaining this ----.
Perfect taste is itself a limitation, not because it intentionally excludes any excellence, but because it impedes the wandering of the arts into those bypaths of caprice and grotesqueness in which, although at the sacrifice of formal beauty, interesting partial effects might still be discovered.