He did not suffer fools gladly (or at all) and his threshold for foolishness was set rather low. He was the master of the terrifying put-down: with his fine palate he loathed cigarette smoke and once on the train, an acquaintance told me with awe, a woman lit up in the non-smoking carriage near him. When he remonstrated she said: "Oh, it's only ten feet from the smoking section." Freud sprang to his feet and said: "Madam, we're only five feet from the lavatory, is it all right if I piss on the floor?"
L'alcool est le monarque des liquides, et porte au dernier degre l'exaltation palatale. Alcohol is the prince of liquids, and carries the palate to its highest pitch of exaltation.Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.
You can grow grapes in almost any part of the world. You just have to develop your palate enough to realize wine is an expression of the place where you make it. You don't have to take over the world; just be an artist and express your area.maynard james keenan
If you have a grateful heart (which is a miracle amongst you statesmen), show it by directing the bearer to the best wine in town, and pray let not this highest point of sacred friendship be performed slightly, but go about it with all due deliberation and care, as holy priests to sacrifice, or as discreet thieves to the wary performance of burglary and shop-lifting. Let your well-discerning palate (the best judge about you) travel from cellar to cellar and then from piece to piece till it has lighted on wine fit for its noble choice and my approbation.wilmot, john, 2nd earl of rochester
She dwells with Beauty Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips. Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.john keats
He begrudges Tokay , and his palate will stain With that devil's brew, modish, false Moscow champagne...
Despise it not, ye Bards to terror steel'd,Who hurl'd your thunders round the epic field;Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to singJoys that the vineyard and the still-house bring;Or on some distant fair your notes employ,And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy.I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,My morning incense, and my evening meal,The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl,Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.joel barlow
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