The final bite of the meal was unusually sweet. The king couldn’t place the flavor. It wasn’t honey, sort of fruit, or anything he had tried from the New World. He chewed thoughtfully, turning the bite over in his mouth.
It was sweet, but it made his tongue tingle, a novel and pleasant sensation. He continued to chew, savoring the final bite of a delicious meal, and decided he would have to commend the cook for a particularly exquisite dessert.
He was still pondering the flavor when his throat closed up and his eyes widened. Now he knew the taste.