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There’s a diet soda (I’ve forgotten the brand name) in various fruit flavors. The soda smells wonderful, but in the mouth there’s almost no taste.
Turkey. Smells awesome while it’s cooking, but once it’s out it’s almost always dry and disappointing. Even my turkey, which is probably the best I’ve ever had, is merely meh. I much prefer ham at holidays.
Coffee
Play-Dough
apple pie (I hate the texture of apples)
green peppers–the texture of green peppers cooked makes me want to vomit.
doughnuts (too sweet, but they sure smell good)
mimeographs–I loved the smell of sheets fresh off the mimeograph. I confess I never tasted one, but that’s probably a good thing.
Cinnamon–smells great, tastes too something. Needs to be with other flavors for me.
Freshly deep-fried, breaded shrimp. In fact, a lot of deep-fried seafood smells wonderful. Don’t ask me to eat it, though! Gag!
There is nothing on earth that smells quite as good as Hoppes. I’ve never tasted it, however I have worn it as cologne. There’s just nothing more masculine.
“Mmm, what are you wearing?”
Powder solvent baby. Bang bang. 
Thirded. It doesn’t matter how many fruits and spices they stuff in there– my desensitized tastebuds need hot flavor action, not lightly scented water. But I still drink them from time to time, under the impression that some have medicinal value.
I find that they start to taste like something when I add sugar.
Scotch, brandy and whiskey.
I loooove the smell, but I don’t enjoy the taste at all… it’s like taking a sip of something and expecting ambrosia, only to get a mouthful of burning smokiness. Bletch. I just stick to stealing sniffs of The Boy’s whiskey when he’s enjoying a glass.
Cook it upside down. I did that my mistake one year, and the breast was so very moist and juicy.
Try a single malt scotch, then you willunderstand.
I have. Several of them, in fact, all of which came highly recommended by my single-malt-snob friends (we’ve got a bottle of Scapa on hand at the moment, which The Boy enjoys very much). I’ll admit, the higher-end single malts are definitely less harsh than a bargain brand, but it’s still not a flavour I’d call enjoyable.
If it was possible to develop a taste for something through sheer persistence and stubborness, then I would be one hell of a scotch fiend at this point… sadly, it just doesn’t seem to work that way.
Yes, but you’ve never . . . actually, you may have. But I’ve never had a complaint about its taste.
And my farts.
Is that the stuff that smells vaguely of bananas? I remember enjoying one part of gun-cleaning because of the smell and thought maybe I was making it up.