Back in college we saved our tips each Sunday hawking soda and beer at the ballyard, and would unwind in a new fast food place each week. We sought out the most vile, digusting food we could find, seeking out gustatory sensations we paid for in nickels, dimes and quarters, ones if we were lucky.
This gave rise to a new noun combining “gustatory” and “disgusting” and advertising workhorse of the day “gusto”: gust
As in “Let’s go out for some gust tonight.”
Oddly enough, we could never get our dates to go along when we explained the meaning.