I have sugar-tongue, from eating far too many candied orange slices. My tongue is a little senseless, and makes things taste like sandpaper.
I still have my sense of smell, though. I've been able to smell him all day, since he left, like a bit of fog left behind and meandering in front of my face from time to time. Just a clean, soapy, masculine smell, the one that he owns and no one else can really ever duplicate. I love that smell.