For me, wine tastes like vomit.
That’s not a hyperbole, or even a synonym I’ve picked because I want to convey the exact shade of disgusting that wine holds for me.
Wine literally reminds me of the aftertaste left in my mouth after I’ve vomited. It evokes the feelings I have after I have vomited. One sip of wine, and the ghost of stomach-illnesses-past steals over me.
I can’t be the only person this happens to.