Eve could literally taste the magic in the air, a tingle on the back of her tongue. It was subtle, just taste, so it took her nearly a week to notice it, even longer to distinguish or describe different "auras", for lack of a better term.
Still, just because the carnation he'd left's strong taste of carbonated bubbles and spiced cider had made her realize she'd been so adamant about using Flynn's desk because it tasted like him didn't mean she wasn't making the most out of the "Santa didn't taste right this year" text she'd gotten last week.
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Notes: The Library itself she thought had tasted rich and creamy, like good cheese, but it was hard to remember; she hadn't been consciously aware of the taste of magic yet. The Annex was slightly stale but familiar, in a way she couldn't quite name. The back door was like water -almost tasteless once you got used to it, but a bit off every time it went somewhere new. Morgan la Fey's aura, one revealed, tasted of an overload of spices with a curiously bitter aftertaste and the frozen space where they'd had their final confrontation was slimy and putrid enough to make her want to choke. The charged air of the 27-fold spell had tasted burnt, which she had put off as chemicals until the plot had been revealed. The air around Jenkins tasted slightly metallic, but it was hard to separate from the taste of his work. The LITs' auras all tasted mild, like they would mature later, and were hard to pin down. Cassandra was chrism, almost more a smell than taste. Stone's grape taste was slowly getting stronger and overpowering its alcoholic aftertaste. Jones's aura had the weakest taste, but Baird was pretty sure it was smokey and sweet.
Yes, I thought about this way too much.
P.S. In case it wasn't clear, Baird is totally tasting the auras in the air around magical items/people, she is not going around licking them.