The idea that persons who have made their way to the abode of the dead can return to the upper world if they have not tasted the food of the dead appears elsewhere, as in New Zealand (R.
He tasted like he smelled, rich and musky, his kiss intense enough to dispel the fogginess of alcohol.
He tasted the toast and nodded approvingly.
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
She tasted sweet and saucy, like the woman herself, her heat, scent and silky skin filling his senses in a way that left him wanting more of her.
Fire lit up half her face, and she tasted blood in her mouth.
A cheeseburger had never tasted so good.
He tasted only ambrosia, sweet beyond imagination.
Betsy loved reveled in it and it fulfilled my needs; the wine did the trick and, I was hungry and the food tasted good.
It is a vulgar error to suppose that you have tasted huckleberries who never plucked them.