One might trouble one's dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of buffed Big Nothing granite. But there was a want in these ladies yet, and it was for the rude life of youth.
You're the ruler of the universe. Try to show a little taste!
These questions of taste, of feeling, of inheritance, need no settlement. Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.
After you, it's all cheap tequila.
The work is at such a high level and is so well executed, it really is a matter of taste... [Source: Project Runway but consider, applied to the theme of book reviews, it seems apropos!]
All the money in the world can't buy you taste.