Crispy. You know that satisfying feeling when you crunch it between your teeth, your tongue trapping it firmly in place.

Your taste buds salivate as you crave it more, saltiness sparking a receptor of distant delight.

But victory is short-lived. 

As it melts in your mouth, the trace tries to linger but the reality vanishes. You cannot keep it, it will not hold. 

And so you are always left wanting. Like a drug that does not exist, a mirage of achievement; the imposible possibility, vanquished.