#taste

It just comes down to taste at the end of the day, and that's something you can't really analyze. Yeah, I think to have it all there is basically best, regardless of whether there's hiss there as well. ↗

— Sean Booth

#basically #best #comes #day #down

My first taste memory is pickle. Even as a kid, I was really weird. I liked chillis. I used to climb up the shelves in my grandmother's pantry. The pickle jar was kept right at the top. One time, I dropped the jar and it broke. I was totally busted. ↗

— Padma Lakshmi

#busted #climb #dropped #even #first

Whether I'm making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely. ↗

— Padma Lakshmi

#general #give #happy #i #if i could

If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians. ↗

— H. P. Lovecraft

#could #create #england #fire #georgians

There is no such thing as a bad beer. It's that some taste better than others. ↗

— Billy Carter

#beer #better #others #some #such

To possess taste, one must have some soul. ↗

— Luc de Clapiers

#possess #some #soul #taste

The more the soul knows, the more she loves, and loving much, she tastes much. ↗

— W. H. Murray

#loves #loving #more #much #she

Every drummer that had a name, had a name because of his individual playing. He didn't sound like anybody else, So everybody that I ever listened to, in some form, influenced my taste. ↗

— Buddy Rich

#because #drummer #else #ever #every

I mean, I think I liked every band I ever played in because each band was different, each band had a different concept, and each band leader was different... different personalities and musical tastes. ↗

— Buddy Rich

#band leader #because #concept #different #different personalities

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness. ↗

— Rumi

#cup #disappear #fills #front #hurt