Olives is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but olives smell amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get it far enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of brine down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with olive juice all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job and you cannot even speak because I’ve drained all of your juice your olive jar….. That’s when I’m satisfied.