Not my favourite. I like vibrant,
tangy – sweet or sour or salt or
bitter, but with some bite, some
charge, some depth, some actual
flavour. Lemongrass is dry, weak,
barely even there. It pitter-patters
along the edges of mouth and tongue,
scarcely noticed at all. I crave a taste
that yells or sings, jumps up, waves
eager arms: ‘Here I am; savour me,
roll me all over your palate, close
your eyes in bliss, let me excite you!’