A bitter sip
May 3, 2008
It is dark. At least, it seems to be totally dark. If you orientate it a bit, you may see some light through it. I am now putting my table candle behind it. Yes, you can see a tender light if you consider the perspective. As I sip it slowly, I enjoy that is not sweet −I do not like sweet flavors, in fact, I hate sweet flavors. It is bitter, but not that bitter that you can’t taste it anymore. I can feel the malted barley, the preserving hop and the strong coffee flavor. I remembered the orgy. I remembered the closed container almost exploding and the foam expulsed through the valve as result of the sugary liquid and the yeast’s anaerobic respiration. The espresso coffee stout may be part of your memories, memories placed in perspective through a candle light and a bitter flavor.
Nan, the pleasure writing activity
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jackieamsden | May 6, 2008 at 1:48 am
Hi Nan, I really like your writing style in this piece–if I had to describe it I would say sultry and mysterious. You kept me guessing all throughout the paragraph about the subject of your experience–as if you were slowly uncovering a sculpture.
I was also impressed that you were able to distinguish all the different flavours in the coffee–I’ll have to try and be more observant in that task myself next time!.
I’m curious what memories you allude to in relation to this sensory experience? Is there more you’re not telling us!
Jackie