3 tastes like crystals

...or mixed berry yogurt in certain contexts.

Sand.

...Unless it's a pickle pie with no crust.

with the number 8 i hear the sound of bongo drums

@bluemilk4me: I always imagined 7 to taste like a summer wind when it carries pollen or some other flower and you catch that slight taste of the flower...if that makes sense

Posterize filter<3

I eat 9 in bar form frequently.
It tastes like carob and nuts and sunflowers and hemp and honey.

14 for me tastes like Cupcakes ^^

@FeboApolo: 15 is actually a pretty good gal

12. picnic strawberry mimosas!

3 tastes like two bananas. Not one banana. Two of them.
Curiously, half of three - the number 1.5 - tastes like a freshly-peeled orange.

17 = strawberry ^^

Four tastes like a summer breeze and a picnic of cake. It is also my favourite number.

looks, tastes and smells like shit

To my very much younger self, numbers didn't have flavour or smell but colour and personality / character. Here's roughly what the first 11 were (and still are) like, sometimes.

1: A young kid
2: His older brother
3: His older older sister
4: His geeky friend
5: The same young kid a few years later
6: This number thinks it's cool, and to some extent it is, but it can also be mean
7: He's slightly older than 6 and therefore feels way more mature and doesn't think of 6 as cool at all
8: Very knowledgeable and brainy
9: She's the oldest of all the single-digits and they look up to her, mostly
10: He's tough but loyal, and flaunts his toughness.
11: Is tough and doesn't flaunt it.

I dunno where these character traits are coming from or how much they've changed in my mind over the years, but it goes on like this all the way up to 100 or so before they start looking like pairs or groups of numbers hanging out together.

I suspect that the colour scheme of the colourful "numbers" chart I had on my wall when I was very young would likely correspond to these ones that I've drawn, more often than not.

For some reason, I feel that six aught to look like / taste like grape jelly.

zero has the deep resonating sound of a heavy brass gong
it feels cold and still like early morning air

make me feel connected to life, the universe and everything