“Being scared was a bit like anise, like absinthe. A strange and arousing flavor. Being admired was golden, maple sweet. Being despised was a woodsy, sulfuric aroma, smoke in the nostrils; something to choke on when done properly. Being envied was tart, with a citrusy tang, like green apple.”

“Being scared was a bit like anise, like absinthe. A strange and arousing flavor. Being admired was golden, maple sweet. Being despised was a woodsy, sulfuric aroma, smoke in the nostrils; something to choke on when done properly. Being envied was tart, with a citrusy tang, like green apple.”

— Olivie Blake