It's the zing on the tongue,
And tang of aged cheese.
Indescribable,
That lingering sensation,
That is garlic.
Nutty masculine essence of a European forest.
Fresh and moist.
It's the sweet, sharp aroma that sends my mind,
Wine dampened,
To sun drenched Mediterranean hills.
Subtly citric,
Extra virgin.
Grind, grind, grind....
Inhale....
Mmmmmm
The creation of fresh basil pesto.
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