The amygdala has an especially tantalizing scent when singed.
I'd be happy to scrape candle wax off my table for a few weeks if it means I get to light my chandelier on fire. Bring it!
Wild blueberries make me all giddy for summer. Picking them off the bush when they're warmed by the sun, it's almost impossible to not eat them all and have some left over for cake.
I'm changing my "lose weight" resolution to "eat ice cream for breakfast with a candle and sprinkles every day" promise. Shouldn't I do what makes me happy?
It's like drinking the bottle at both ends.
Wait, can skulls even bleed?
Ooooh I hope there's a surprise center of Turkish delight! The white witch isn't really what she seems, you see.