It tastes of the warmth of a turf fire on a cold winters night.
It tastes like a draught from a deep cold well on a hot summers day.
It tastes like a fair wind in the face in a good running sea.
It tastes like a strong winded stallion leaping a hedge.
It tastes like a fine salmon taking the fly in a stream.
It tastes of the air you breathe when you reach a mountain top.
It tastes like the smell of a peacefully sleeping child.
It tastes of a job well done, a match well won,
a race well run
and of home,
and that special someone.