#tannin sensitivity

[tetrabytez]

Part Two

Reblog if you vote for sample size, please!

Part One

#poll #polls #fucked up this poll the first time around by making it only a day long #woopsies #red grapes #grapes #black tea #tea #beer #alcohol #foods #beverages #drinks #tannin #tannins #tannin sensitivity #also when i say beer in this i mean like generic beers that most people call swill or the like

[amygdalae]

i think im gonna try drinking my coffee black from now on. 4got i ran out of half n half this morning but it honestly wasnt that bad

#i love u dark roast mmm bitter #the thing is im pretty sure im really sensitive to tannins i just like them anyways

[clouds-of-wings]

I got a coffee grinder a while back and it is such a heavy responsibility. Coffee tastes about 5 times as good if it's freshly ground beans rather than powder that's been sitting on/in my fridge for 2 months. But my grinder doesn't grind as finely, so I tend to use more coffee all in all. Still figuring out the ideal amount.

Yesterday I overdid it. I had an absolutely perfect cup of coffee that tasted amazing and perfect. I did that at 3pm. The rest of the day was great! I was in the best mood and got lots of things done! Coffee doesn't make me shit my guts out, it doesn't make me tired, it doesn't give me acid reflux or elevated heart rate, it just gives me energy and happiness. Caffeine and I are friends!

Also, last night I was able to fall asleep at around 5am, after hours of nervosity, heart palpitations and what can only be described as fever hallucinations without the fever. Around 4 they started featuring black tentacles increasingly. Not in a sexy way. RIIIIIIP.

If caffeine is my friend, it's the manic pixie dream girl friend who goes "hey, wanna sit on the roof and watch the stars?" at 2 in the morning.

#i still feel high #caffeine #i know caffeine usually doesn't affect you for this long #but #i think i'm sensitive to it #plus i combined it with tea which may have helped? #afaik tea has stuff (tannins?) in it that slow the rate at which caffeine is absorbed #which is why tea gives you a gentler but longer caffeine high #a bit like like cocaine vs coca leaves #maybe the tea tannins combined with the coffee caffeine? #idk

[delicatefury]

Is there a phrase for something that’s, like, snob-adjacent? Like, you acknowledge your own preferences are extremely picky, but you won’t shame others for theirs?

Okay, so I do not look down on other people’s tea preferences. If you wanna drink bagged Nestea, go ahead. Boiling water? If that’s how you prefer it, I’m not gonna give you grief.

However, I categorically will not do either of those things, and will instead enjoy this tea blend I had shipped from my favorite shop in the city I used to live in, stored in a hermetically sealed canister, gently packed in a metal strainer, and steeped at 185F for exactly 3 minutes.

I won’t tell you my way is better or that you should feel bad for liking Nestea brewed in boiling water. But no, they are not the same thing, please do not offer me a cup, I will make my own.

#snob implies some sort of haughtiness #I just like the art of brewing a good cup of tea #and my palate #is very sensitive to the tannins you find in black teas #so nice office ladies at my new office #please do not think I’m snobbish #when I set up my electric kettle and tea tins #the coffee maker will not get the temperature right #and I will end up with bitter scalded tea

[birdsquirrel]

for science:

#i saw a youtuber demonstrate how he cuts a bell pepper #and he wasted SO MUCH of the good parts #trying to avoid any pith #whereas I tend to just tear the pith off with my fingers #and it occurred to me #that this is probably one of those things #like cilantro or tannins #where people have different sensitivities to the taste based on genetics

[catb0nes]

my bf tells me like 5 times a day that coffee isnt food... it has CALORIES what else is it

#ik black coffee is low cal but my ass is tannin sensitive so i gotta have milk 🤪

[misophoria]

any weird wine connoisseurs/brewers who maximise tannins?

#i'm v sensitive to tannins so i'm not looking to drink such wine #but i'm just curious if there are people who like the feeling of shriveling up from the inside out

[ancientbeast]

this wine tastes like gasoline

#i think i'm just sensitive to tannins #sidenote: i think i got myself tipsy working on my final paper sometime last year as well #i'm stressed migth as well have fun wit hit #I'M NOT THAT TIPSY I JUST SUCK AT TYPING

[peachesofteal]

Speaking about Ghost/Soap/Darling omegaverse... May I bring the idea of Soap and Ghost being alpha and Darling an omega? But wait, let me sprinkle a little of angsty thoughts about it:

Johnny and Simon get to spend their ruts together. Hell, they share a room, and even on base they get to have privacy and go through them with the help of each other, not only fulfilling their physical needs, which are sated of course, but also emotional. Yeah sure, heats are emotional but ruts are too, and they spend so much time together that almost, if not all of their ruts together have been spent in the company of each other.

But Darling? Imagine Darling having a heat every time she's alone. Simon and Johnny gone on some mission, gone for weeks and sometimes even months. Trying to satisfy herself with whatever smell is left on Simon's hoodie or Johnny's shirt. She tries to brush away the thoughts of loneliness and being left out that arise every time she rests in her nest, every time she has to painfully get through her heats without her mates' company.

Hell, she tries to hide everything every time Johnny and Simon come home, smelling like each other and fresh bite marks on their necks. She really, really tries. But nothing escapes those two, no. They can smell that little, slightly rotten smell on Darling, sensing her discomfort and those bouts of anger flaring up, those hints of desperation hiding in a slightly-rotten fruit smell. It becomes stronger and stronger each time she sees how close they are after they tell her that another rut came while they were on base, and her? At this point she might lie and say she's on suppressants. Again, they at least suspect about it.

But hell, the fact that there are always fresh bite marks on them every time they come home, while hers is is non-existent (Johnny and Simon foolishly believe she doesn't wish to be bitten), is NOT helping at all.

And they realize how drastic, how deep the problem is once their leave coincides with Darling's heat.

Except she hides. She doesn't let them in, because they maybe have never seen her on her heats.

She doesn't trust them to know how to deal with it, how to deal with an omegas' most vulnerable moment when all they've known is how alphas deal with their ruts.

Darling doesn't trust them, not fully, at least.

Djsjjd jfc when you said omegaverse I was 👁️👁️. Peach I hope you're having such a good day and I must thank you once more for giving us such beautiful stories, I hope nothing but good things happen to you from now on:)

— 🫔 Anon

Oh… okay, I see you. This is so good! There’s so much to explore here… 🩵

18+ / dead disco omegaverse au (it needs a name but we’ll get there?) / mature themes

The door swings wide, and Johnny is nearly bowled over by the scent. It’s everywhere in the flat, wafting down the hall to where they both stand at the threshold, overcome with the smell of overripe fruit, something sour and tart hovering at the precipice.

It’s the smell of their omega in distress.

But what surprises them both, is along with the burnt tannins of distress, is another smell. A ripe smell, a bruised stone fruit smell.

The smell of an omega in heat.

But their omega doesn’t have heats. You’re on suppressants.

Still, it’s definitely your scent. There’s no mistaking it.

Simon tenses, hackles rising with a growl. Johnny’s hand finds his chest, placing his palm over the older, bigger alpha’s heart soothingly. They’ve just both come off a rut, poor timing all things considered. Both exhausted, they were looking forward to getting home and falling into bed with you, cuddling you close while they both slept off the stress from the op and the remaining… sensitivities.

“Darling?” Simon calls, keeping his voice soft and easy.

There’s no answer. The flat is silent.

“Love? Are you here?” Johnny tries, pushing through to the bedroom, where he’s half expecting to see you curled up in the bed.

Except, you’re not.

It looks like you may have been, at one point. It’s a pile of blankets and pillows, haphazardly arranged with various shirts and other soft things.

Johnny chokes on a breath. The scent is much, much stronger in here, and Simon’s eyes slide closed as he draws a deep inhale.

“Omega?” He murmurs, and to their relief, there’s a small whimper from the closet.

When he gets the door open, his heart breaks. Simon’s body goes preternaturally still, and they both stare down at you.

You’re drenched in sweat, burrowed in a pile of clothes, eyes wide. You reek, panic and fear, distress and pain burning in their nostrils, along with the overripe scent, the telltale smell of a heat. Worse, when you look up at them, there’s no recognition there. Nothing to show that you know who they are to you, or even where you are. Johnny shoves away his panic over your confusion, this state, to try to coax you forward into his arms.

“Hey, there ye are.” He reaches for you, slowly, and your body presses against the corner, head shaking back and forth. Johnny frowns. “Darling, it’s okay. It’s us, you’re alright.” His hand gets closer, nearly brushing you knee, and then to their absolute shock, you snarl.

Simon is conflicted. He’s confused.

Why did you tell them you’re on suppressants?

They would have done things a lot differently, if that wasn’t the case. They wouldn’t have left you alone, if they had known. His stomach clenches when he thinks about the possibility that this isn’t the first time you’ve been on your own during a heat.

“Darling.” Simon coos. He doesn’t want to reach for you. He doesn’t want to pull you from the closet, this safe spot you’ve built, your nest. He doesn’t want to force you out, like his father would have. Like he always did to his mother. His father would have gripped you so hard it would have hurt you, left bruises on you. He would have terrified you, taken joy from it. “Omegas are weak.” Simon was raised to believe. “The lesser. It’s our job to teach ‘em.”

You snort out a trembling breath from your nose, little groan slipping from your lips and you rub your wrist on your gland. Johnny makes a strangled sound in his throat as it happens, and Simon doesn’t need to ask to know what he’s thinking.

Only omegas who have been abandoned or lost their mates try to self soothe like that, scent themselves like that. It’s an instinct, something that happens to try to prevent them from becoming overheated or harmed by a heat unmanaged.

“No, no no. It’s alright, love, we’re here.” Johnny pleads, hand still tentatively outstretched while you stare at his fingers. Every time your wrist rubs over your gland, they both cringe, and Johnny’s body goes rigid.

“I- don’t-” You stutter. You blink at them slowly, and he can see it all on your face, plain as day. The pain. The confusion. The distress.

Simon crouches, just outside the closet. He starts up a soothing rumble, trying to lure you towards him. You lift your head slowly when you hear it, when you feel the subharmonics, the song that sings to you.

“Come here, baby.” Your brow creases, and you rub your face. You look exhausted, like you haven’t slept in days and he wonders how long you’ve been you like this, how long you’ve been suffering. You don’t smell like pre heat, so you must be on the curve upwards. Guilt burns in his stomach. “It’s alright now.” Johnny moves next to him, shifting into a kneel very slowly while you watch him, hazy gaze fixed on the bite marks on his neck, over his gland.

“You’re safe.” Johnny coaxes, and he keeps his hand towards you, but unmoving, trying to show you that neither of them are a threat.

They both work to emit soothing scents, trying to lull you into their arms. You watch them warily, curiously, eyes opening and closing in slow motion as your instincts battle whatever confusion is happening beneath the surface.

It works. You crawl slowly out from the corner, t shirt sticking to your skin, your arms trembling under your weight.

“Good girl.” Simon murmurs. Neither of them move, afraid to spook you, and then you’re curling up between their bodies, rubbing your wrist against your gland over and over.

You tuck yourself into them, head laying on Simon’s chest and his hand comes slowly to rub your back, getting you used to his touch, easing you into a more relaxed state while Johnny smooths a hand over your shoulder, coasting his wrist closer and closer to your gland, trying to scent you subtly and soothe you, gentle you. You whimper when he makes contact, and they both press a little closer.

“Shhh. You’re okay, darling. We’re here.” Simon bows his head, skimming his nose overtop your scalp, and you shift, hands grabbing for Johnny, trying to pull his body overtop yours, effectively sandwiching yourself as tight as you can between their mass. You whine, and Johnny hums in your ear, soothing you by scenting until you’re letting out little rumbles of your own, soft purrs puffing against Simon’s chest, Johnny’s lips ghosting across your sweat dotted forehead.

#🫔 anon #tamale anon you genius! #peaches asks #peaches writes #dead disco omegaverse au

[xpr1smx]

tea this, orange slice that, where's my fellow tannin and citric acid sensitive people??

#text #food allergy #food sensitivities #tannins #citric acid #pet peeve #in a world of my own

[copperbadge]

I know that you're writing it this way on purpose, so I thought i might as well tell you that it works. Every time Michaelis complains about the wine, I build up my own personal argument against him. I mean rose? Mikey, really. Eddie's probably perfectly aligned the wine with his pizza and Michaelis just has terrible taste...

Ahaha, the best part of this is that I don't like wine at all. I don't even like the smell of it. I don't mind ice wine, which I'm informed is the Most Basic way to drink wine, but even then I really have no taste for it. (I've been told it's cheaper in Italy to drink the table wine rather than order water, so my time in Rome in April should be interesting.)

In my mind, Jason and Eitan, Michaelis's father and brother, preferred red wine because they were normal wine-drinkers in a region where red is very common. Jason probably even had something of a developed palate. But Michaelis and Eitan have different mothers and Michaelis's mother passed on to him a sensitivity to tannins, which makes red wine very bitter to his palate regardless of how good it is.

But as a theatre artistic director once told me, "In this job you have to drink a lot of bad wine." He puts up with the red wine at public events and essentially just gets a reputation as a very light drinker.

So you're not wrong about the pizza -- Eddie paired it so that an ordinary palate would find it pleasing, but because Michaelis is used to red wine basically tasting like fruit-flavored paint thinner, he's expecting that's the flavor the pizza will pair with.

Poor Hugo, the palace sommelier. It's probably for the best Gregory didn't get the sensitivity from Michaelis, since his developing palate is making up for his father's refusal to even discuss reds anymore. :D And I'm sure when Eddie, who grew up local to California wine country, asked Hugo if he could source a decent Cannonau, Hugo began to weep with joy.

#shivadhverse #wine #alcohol

[tetrabytez]

Something that I've personally wondered about for a long time.

You know the drill. Reblog for sample size.

Part Two

#hopefully this was comprehensible #im really curious so i hope this gets lots of votes #polls #poll #sample size #dark chocolate #red wine #coffee #food and drink #personally i only enjoy a tiny amount of red wines if theyre on the more aromatic side

[handweavers]

also reading about using persimmon as a natural dye across east asia and it's sooooo interesting, i can't wait until persimmon season comes around to try it out i'm really excited

- juice from green persimmons (hachiya especially) contain a large amount of tannins, which is what makes unripe hachiya persimmons so bitter. these tannins are necessary in the dye process

- it's a unique dye because it's UV sensitive and doesn't require heat to set the colour, only sunlight. therefore the goods being dyed only need to be scoured (washed), and don't require a mordant

- the dyeing process is somewhat similar to indigo in that the fabric needs to be dipped in the dye liquid, then left out to dry in the sun to 'cure' the dye, and subsequent dipping and drying in the sun creates deeper shades

- overtime the dye will darken with more UV exposure, so as the dyed fabric ages it will actually increase in colour rather than fade

- persimmon juice makes the fibre stiff but will soften with use

- application of persimmon dye makes the dyed materials water resistant

- the dye on its own is a rusty orange-brown, and dipping persimmon dyed fibre in an iron bath turns it black

- in japan it's traditionally been used to create waterproof paper stencils for fabric printing when combined with a sweet rice paste that prevents dye from binding to covered areas, similar to batik wax technique and other resist dye methods

- it's also been traditionally used in combination with indigo to make purple across east asia

[bittsandpieces]

Just responding to your wine post!

Generally, if you hate tannin and oak you have to research producers and specific vintages before buying red wine. Key words to look for would be: Half-cluster, used/old oak, little to no skin contact. Beaujolais is usually aged in stainless steel or used/old oak since it meant to be drank soon after bottling (also a bit of bubbly never hurts!). You might have luck in Northern Rhone or Merlot. If you want to try out white wines, I recommend checking out Alsace, Germany, and Austria. They usually like more clean and pure grape expression.

I love that you want to be helpful, and I do see that you're a somm and clearly know what you're talking about, but I really do know my palate pretty well. I don't want to be rude, but this is very.... well it feels like you're mansplaining. I work in the wine industry myself and I feel like me talking about carbonic maceration in the post you're responding to maybe could've been a clue that I'm not exactly a novice wine drinker.

I'm willing to discuss wine, but not if you're going to assume I know nothing. I mean. Really. "If you want to try out white wines" is just a bit much, isn't it?

As far as your suggestions: I'm really, REALLY tannin sensitive. The Es Okay red from Rootdown is legitimately the second red I've ever been able to see myself having more than a few sips of - the first was penfolds rwt bin 798 shiraz. The 2017 vintage, I believe. Even that was a bit much on the tannins for me. Sweet wine is my speciality and I'm okay with it staying that way!

#bitts answers #wine things

[everlastingrandom]

Food genetics are so weird. I may be weak to tannins, but at least I can enjoy cilantro. Raw fruit makes my mouth itch and I’m learning that I’m more likely to be sensitive to salt (!?) My relationship with dairy grows more tenuous by the day

#:0 been talking to my parents about medical predispositions lately #my dad is dealing with hypertension rn so that’s something I’m definitely going to have to be mindful of as I get older #my mom is in great shape but her family has a history of strokes #:0 am African American but I have a little white ancestry three generations back #food #genetics

[strangesmallbard]

Top 5 hot beverages

1. COFFEE my beloved 💜 sorry i’m so tannin sensitive and must add sugar to you

2. tea!!! uncle iroh was right about tea

3. hot chocolate, but only when made on the stovetop with milk. NO marshmallows

4. apple cider!!!! i always forget about apple cider but she never lets me down

5. i think i’d like mulled wine but haven’t had it before!

#explosionshark #ask