Take a breath before taking the shot
that way you won’t smell the liquor
and it won’t taste as bad
at least that’s what I’ve heard
as I twirl my wine and smirk
at my companion with her tiny glass.
Wine is superior. Inhale the bouquet
before taking a sip, use all your senses
to experience the art of the vintner.
She’s flicks her wrist to send the tequila
flying over her tongue then squints,
neck muscles tighten and her smile
turns upside down until the chaser.
I’m glad I didn’t convert her.
I’d miss that expression washing
over her flawless face.
(For today’s prompt, write a poem that smells.)
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Great imagery. Especially in the final paragraph. Or is it a stanza? Canto? Uh-oh, I better delete this or I’m going to look like a fool.
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There’s a drink known in Scotland as ‘Buckie’.
In ‘The Longest Crawl’ by Ian Marchant, he asks a drunk why he drinks Buckie cold – the answer is ‘’Cause then it doesna’ taste so fuckin’ shite’.
It definitely isn’t drunk for the taste – just the effect – which is….
https://www.theguardian.com/society/shortcuts/2014/feb/03/buckfast-triangle-alcoholic-drink-monks-west-scotland
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Yeah, it took me a long time to “develop my palate” which just means ignore how bad it tastes.
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