Taste
Not performance, but presence. Not trend, but truth.
Discernment. Intuition. Refinement. The way we make meaning and how we build a life.
It is the quiet knowing: The way your body leans toward beauty before your mind can name it.
We’re often told that taste is about things—art and music, couture, clean lines, the right wine with the right cheese.
It’s in the playlist you turn on at dusk, how you notice the way a shadow stretches across your living room wall.
Taste is the refinement of attention. The sharpening of the senses so you can catch the subtleties of everything. To cultivate taste is to be devoted to the art of noticing. It’s not about trends or algorithms. It’s about devotion. To self. To soul. To the ineffable thread that binds you to what feels true.
Taste is not about having, but holding, not about displaying, but embodying. It’s not an aesthetic. It’s an ethic. A rhythm. A way of being that whispers: this is the life I choose.
Taste is the compass we use to curate a life that feels like home.
Essentially yours,
A
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