This is the taste of New York nights scheduled by grape-colored sunsets. This is the taste of jazzy backyards with purple neons on smoking streets which are narrowing and they are narrowing until the dead end.
This is a tiny sound of a solo of the longest solo I've ever heard which is played by a husky throat of a saxophone.
It's fading out into a siren of a mystical police car.
This is the taste that you want to try. This is the taste which is best for you. This is the taste, this is the taste of your life!