Oh my, I am so thrilled to have discovered this phenomenon and will write more about it. BUt as a place holder in the meantime here's some info and a link to a nice description:
http://anti-valentine.hubpages.com/hub/ASMR
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR)
is a term used to describe a sensory experience characterized by a
pleasant tingling sensation in the head and scalp, which can be
triggered by sounds like whispering or brushing, and visual stimulus
like painting or drawing. On YouTube, the phenomenon inspired the creation of “whisperer” videos, in which people attempt to trigger the viewer’s ASMR by speaking in a soft voice and making various sounds with inanimate objects.
They are synesthetes. The have Fantasia-like orgasms, count by colour and can taste your name. I'm dead envious and determined to catch it.
Mr Whizz Fizz & Coconut Ice girl.
Although not a synesthete, Jules 'tastes' people. She doesn't lick them as such (well not everyone) but she metaphorically induces the taste of a person - as a lolly. One guy she knows for example is definitely a Whizz Fizz, while his Dad is Jamaica Old Gold. I'm told I am a banana. While I'm not thrilled about this as I dislike banana lollies, I'm happy to "stand out in the bag".
Jules claims the lolly test doesn't lie. A rather tasty, lemony friend turned into a carob licorice stick over time. A bit dry and weird. Not very sweet. A bit cracked and disappointing.
In the interests of gaining synesthesia I was keen to give it a go. For a while I had no success, and then in my peripheral view, this image flashed past my screen as I scooted through ads at high speed. Instantly the long forgotten memory of my Aunt's sickly sweet Coconut Ice flushed to mind. I rewound and screen grabbed it, keen to let Jules know that "I'd done it". She agreed with my tasting, but we also though this chick had more than a dash of marshmallow about her too.
Jules claims the lolly test doesn't lie. A rather tasty, lemony friend turned into a carob licorice stick over time. A bit dry and weird. Not very sweet. A bit cracked and disappointing.
In the interests of gaining synesthesia I was keen to give it a go. For a while I had no success, and then in my peripheral view, this image flashed past my screen as I scooted through ads at high speed. Instantly the long forgotten memory of my Aunt's sickly sweet Coconut Ice flushed to mind. I rewound and screen grabbed it, keen to let Jules know that "I'd done it". She agreed with my tasting, but we also though this chick had more than a dash of marshmallow about her too.
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