"It's … well, it's sludge. But I know it's not gonna poison me, and everything tastes like cardboard to me anyway, so it's perfect!" That's not exactly a glowing endorsement … Is there a way to get your sense back? "Not really. I just kinda have to hope the nerves grow back on their own. Come to think of it, maybe that rafflesia's not so bad." What do you mean? "It's got a strong smell, right?"