I have a sister (colourful, excitable, b. 1959) who used to describe some flavours as tasting exactly like the smell of something else. My Dad (v non-excitable, b. 1928) told her she was speaking a whole lot of tommyrot.
As awkward as I find using this page for explicit self promotion (and I specify ‘explicit’, as what can a blog be but self-promotion of some kind or other?…), I’m committed to the success of the Woodend Winter Arts Festival, at which I’m speaking in a few weeks (Sunday June 11), being interviewed by journalist