Sweet: granular, powdered, brown, slow like honey or molasses. The mouth-coating sugars in milk. Once, when we were wild, sugar intoxicated us. The first narcotic we craved and languished in. We’ve tamed, refined it, but the juice from a peach still runs like a flash flood.
from Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler (2016). Very Highly Recommended
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