Lots of results! 
Post the blurb below the picture, please… thanks ever so. 
I tashte like Alcohol.
Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I’m not drunk, I can drink plenty without… What was I saying? Beer.
(If you were not Alcohol you would be Tea.)
The results of this test were very depressing. I’m Nuclear Waste-flavored (apparently, I’m a total loser who alienates people by the boatload.) If I weren’t Nuclear Waste, I would be Lemon (sour and difficult at first, but I add a certain tang and savor to a dish.)
I taste like Bread.
I am a staple in almost everyone’s diet. Friends like me are a complement to any other friends I get on with almost everyone, remaining mostly in the background, but providing substance when it would otherwise be lacking.
(If you were not Bread you would be Beef.)
I taste like Peanut Butter.
I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I’m not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome.
(If you were not Peanut Butter you would be Beef.)
oh goody.
I am Chocolate Flavoured.
I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt.
Hey, I taste like Alcohol, too! Small wonder, that…
If I were not Alcohol I would be Chocolate.
So there!
I should note:
Chocolate: I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt.
Amazing how accurate this thing is.
I taste like Lemon.
Yup, that’s me.
My friends say I’m bittersweet dark chocolate with a hint of chilli.
Flamsterette_X & LadyDragon: Are you two thinking what I’m thinking?
Please, please be thinking that. 
Beef. And if not Beef, then Almond.
I always thought I was rather Garlicy, though.
I taste like Alcohol (Beer).
If not Alcohol, then Vanilla.
Vanilla??? fucking VANILLA???
but if I weren’t vanilla, I’d be lemon. Whatever the hell that means.
I am a subtle taste, like Pine.
I am a quiet, fresh taste, almost more of a scent than a flavour. You will be aware of me, but not quite remember me without being reminded. Not that I’m boring; on the contrary, I’m just a little outside the ordinary.
(If you were not Pine you would be Tea.)
I taste like alcohol
Well that figures.
Were I not alcohol, I would be tea. Unsweetened or no? Hot or Cold? Homemade or Lipton’s?
These quizzes are no help at all.
Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.
I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain.
(If you were not Tea you would be Chocolate.)
I taste like Beef.
I taste like beef. I’m probably made of beef. You are what you eat, they say, and if the title didn’t mean something else, I would be a beefeater. I think red meat is good for you. Puts hair on your chest.
(Actually, I’m more like the disclaimer: not serious, and not to be taken internally. Really, ask Mrs. Casey1505)
Coffee or Marmite. (I’m going to pretend that Marmite is Vegemite, because it’s much nicer! And dammit I hate coffee.)
Despite how much I want to disagree with these amswers, they ring pretty true. Damn my sudden burst of honesty.
COFFEE: Buzz buzz, I am Coffee flavoured.
I am popular in the workplace, even though I am often bitter. I am energetic to the point of being frenetic; buzz buzz, out of my way. I tend to overwork myself and need periods of recovery time.
MARMITE: Love me or hate me. I taste like Marmite.
I am salty and sharp. My abrasive edge greatly upsets some people, but others will gleefully endure it. For those willing to put up with me, I am a great source of emotional health and stability.
Whaddya know, I’m peanut butter too.
I taste like ass.
People either worship or kick me. This probably comes from saying the right thing at the wrong time, or the other way around in reverse. I am annoying to the point of cuddliness.
If I were not ass, I’d be message board flavored.
I’m also Peanut Butter. If I weren’t Peanut Butter, I’d be Tea.
Interesting (or not so interesting) coincidence: I am currently eating peanut butter crackers and drinking a hot cuppa Earl Grey. Ooooo, spooky!
