Tales of a Supertaster

Being a supertaster ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be—especially if you still have to eat your broccoli. David explains and complains.

Takes of a Supertaster

Originally published January 9, 2006

Being a supertaster was the last thing on my mind when my dentist said, “Don’t eat anything for the next few hours,” snapping off a pair of latex gloves and dropping them into the trash. “You could bite your cheek or tongue. Could be nasty.” I’d been white-knuckling it in the chair for almost an hour because I had to get a filling regrouted. Owing to a pain threshold of a third grader, I insisted he dope me up as much as possible. The result was my mouth was numb from the divot of my upper lip all the way back to my right ear. I rubbed my fingers across the side of my face; it felt as if I were touching the stubble of an unkempt stranger. “Remember —” he called after me as I walked out of the office.

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“No eating, got it,” I said and headed to my favorite burger joint. I’ve downed hundreds of thousands of meals in my life without incident, I reasoned, I’m sure I can manage another.

As I took a bite of my cheeseburger, I experienced that curious post-dental sensation, as if I’d lost muscle control on the side of my face. I couldn’t tell if the food was being demurely chewed or was dribbling down the doughy-feeling chin of that stubbled stranger. But an even curiouser thing happened: On the numbed side of my mouth, I couldn’t taste anything. It was as if my taste buds had been Novocained, too. I wasn’t about to let a little anesthesia keep me down—there was food at stake here—but after a few more bites, I gave up. The anxiety of wondering if I looked like a slobbering Saint Bernard proved too much, and I headed home.

There were only a few hours left before the medication wore off, and I wanted to test a hypothesis. I opened the refrigerator door and sat on the floor. I ate as many of the foods I find unpleasant to see if they’d register. Endive, which I had always found so bitter, had no effect. Frisée from the bag of mesclun? The same thing. Horseradish: zero. Even some suspicious-looking sour cream the color of slate tasted like nothing. Then I reached for a favorite of mine — a fragrant raspberry. All I got was the grit of tiny seeds. I thought how horrible it must be like to live life without the ability to taste. Then I thought what if something happened, some strange, one-in-a-million medical roll of the dice that caused me to remain this way? A food writer with no capacity for taste. A wave of nausea hit. I had no idea if it was the sour cream or white-hot panic.

After the last bit of Novocain prickled away and I no longer sounded like a bourbon-soaked barfly, I contacted Dr. Linda Bartoshuk, a professor at Yale University who specializes in genetic variations in taste. In fact, she was the person who in the ’80s coined the term “supertaster,” which refers to the 25 percent of the population who have significantly more sensitive taste receptors. (Medium tasters, aka regular tasters, make up 50 percent, while nontasters make up the remaining 25 percent.) We set up an appointment to meet that Sunday at her lab for me to undergo some tests to learn more about the vagaries of, in my estimation, the most important sense after sight.

Bartoshuk is an energetic, articulate woman with appalling housekeeping skills. Her office was packed with years of professorial detritus. She shifted piles of books, newspapers, and food containers from one stack to another until she was eventually able to displace enough mass to clear off a small chair. We chuckled at our alarming physical proximity.

While I explained my cheeseburger experience, Bartoshuk nodded profusely, barely able to wait until I finished. The reason I couldn’t taste my burger, she said, had to do with the intricate interaction of smell and taste. She explained that we have two kinds of smell: orthonasal and retronasal olfaction. Orthonasal olfaction is regular, through-the-nose smelling. Put your nose near a bowl of chicken curry; you smell chicken curry because the odors gather in your nasal cavities and are processed by your brain. In retronasal olfaction, smell occurs in the mouth. The odors from the food you’re eating travel up behind the palate, where they gather and are processed just like orthonasal smells.

“You could smell cheeseburger,” clarifies Bartoshuk, “because of orthonasal olfaction, but you couldn’t taste cheeseburger because your mouth was anesthetized. Your brain didn’t know where the odors were coming from, so it didn’t bother processing them.”

Skeptical? Bartoshuk suggests this experiment to demonstrate retronasal olfaction: Hold your nose and eat a few root beer jelly beans. All you’ll taste is sweet, because your taste buds can detect only sweet, sour, bitter, and salty. Then let go. Root beer flavor will explode in your mouth.

Now that she explained my taste dilemma, it was time to test exactly what was going on in my mouth. I didn’t mind, really. Being the overachiever that I am, I was convinced I was a supertaster, one of those extraordinary and rare persons with an exquisitely tuned tasting instrument who by dint of divine intervention is the envy of a world of plebeian tasters.

Bartoshuk sat me in an uncomfortable chair in her lab and proceeded to swab isolated parts of my tongue and palate with different solutions. My job was to identify the tastes — sweet, sour, bitter, salty — and rate their intensity on a scale developed by Bartoshuk; a scale, she said, that flies in the face of all that came before, by correcting longstanding measurement errors. “There are a lot of people whose whole careers are based on the old scale, and, boy, are they not friendly.” Her pride in one-upping the male-dominated establishment of science was palpable.

Testing to see if I was a supertaster proceeded without incident until a horribly bitter solution called 6-n-propylthiouracil, PROP for short, was washed on my tongue. It was so bitter, I had to lean over the sink, nauseated.

“Do people normally have this reaction?” I asked, spluttering.

“Supertasters do.” There was that word again. Even in my compromised position, I swelled with ego. I could feel it was only a matter of time before I would be officially knighted by the Queen of Taste.

For the last part of the test, Bartoshuk dyed my tongue a deep blue, pressed a piece of plastic against the tip to flatten it, then swung a Zeiss microscope attached to a video camera into place. She turned her head to the lunar landscape glowing on the monitor.

“Oh, is this gorgeous.” All I saw was a collection of blue-colored circles with dark rings around them. “You have small ringed fungiform papillae!” Fungiform papillae are the bumps on the tongue that contain taste buds. The more of these a person has, the smaller they get. And according to Bartoshuk, the rings are rare and are practically a confirmation of supertasterdom.

“But your tongue is difficult to classify,” she said. What? The Queen giveth and the Queen taketh away? To clarify things, she placed a template over the screen and began counting the dots inside. Within a six-centimeter circle, she found more than 50 fungiform papillae. “And that puts you on the extreme supertaster end,” she said. “You’re actually one of the highest testing male supertasters I’ve ever seen.”

“Yes!” Genetically irrefutable confirmation of my taste superiority. Surely this now catapults me into the pantheon of food-writing greats that includes Molly O’Neill, Jeffery Steingarten, Calvin Trillin, and Alan Richman. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it bumped me even higher. After all, if only 25 percent of the population are supertasters, and I’m pushing against upper limits of the chart, as Bartoshuk says, chances are I’m in a class by myself.

“But that’s not necessarily a good thing.”

“I beg your pardon?”

According to Bartoshuk, the prefix “super” was intended to signify an unusual sensitivity to tastes, especially bitter, not, as I imagined, a surfeit of gustatory discernment and supremacy. Because supertasters react so strongly to bitter foods, most don’t eat enough vegetables. I certainly don’t. The result is a higher incidence of colon cancer among supertasters. In addition, most of us tend not to like high-fat foods, reducing the chance of cardiovascular disease. But there’s a subset of super-tasting men, of which I discovered I’m a card-carrying member, that craves fatty foods. So the list of health risks grows by the addition of an increased risk of heart attack and stroke, not to mention unbridled girth. Oh, and let’s not forget diabetes.

I tried to shake the my-tongue-is-better-than-your-tongue mentality and look at my newly crowned status as a supertaster for what it is: a liability. But that word super. Why couldn’t she have called my people unfortunate tasters or to-be-pitied tasters? I certainly never would have agreed to be tested in order to be categorized as unfortunate. But Bartoshuk did offer this consolation: “You inhabit a world of neon tastes where everything is more intense, while, as a nontaster, I live in a pastel world.”

Nonetheless, I still have to eat my vegetables.

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  1. It’s been a crazy year for me…for the first time in 50 years, I am finding people just like me – selective eaters. When I was young, doctors assumed my taste buds were “under developed “. It wasn’t until years later that I heard the term “supertaster”. Most veggies are bitter tasting and unappealing, same with most meals…they taste terrible. Because I cook for my husband, I will often try new food (I love the smell of food) but it’s always too bitter or too sour and sometimes even too spicy, even if I don’t have spice in it. I eat very little variety, my go to foods are buttered noodles, Mac and cheese and grilled cheese. Luckily my eating habits cause few problems for me (I’m not overweight and at 50, not on any medication for anything) but the of course the social part is what bothers me most. Having to explain this to people who can’t help but ask. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one but I pray someday that society will understand and eventually accept this disorder.

    1. Laura, I’m so happy you find comfort in this. If you can, I suggest getting testing. The University of Gainesville, in Florida, has the Center for Smell and Taste, which is where Dr. Bartoshuk now works. If most meals taste bitter, I’m not totally certain it’s all due to being a supertaster. Only certain foods, primarily vegetables, taste bitter. I hope this helps.

  2. David, great information! I’ve always wondered about the supertaster thing, and you certainly covered it. Not knowing what it meant, I’ve at times wondered if I was one because I’m so sensitive to over-seasoned food with no subtlety. Which makes me ask, have you looked into the possibility of burning out one’s taste buds? For example, if someone overloads everything they make with garlic (or whatever), do they just keep on loading on more over the years as they build up a tolerance?

    1. Jean, I don’t think that’s how it works. From what I read, the only ways you can burn out tastebuds is through infection, nerve damage, or physical damage to the tongue. Basically, you’re killing the taste buds. I think tolerance to such foods as peppers, for example, is just habituation. I don’t think the taste buds are damaged.

  3. I actually think you are pretty lucky. My husband went to the dentist, was totally numbed up and came home for a lunch in which he totally chewed his tongue until it bled – profusely! I will say he did learn a valuable lesson. You got off easy.

  4. I had a major back surgery about 5 years ago and was under for about 9 hours. While in the hospital for a week after, all the food I ordered was horrendous and tasteless…I attributed it to “hospital food.” Once discharged, I went home to much the same…all food was horrible. My BFF came to care for me and my household while I was infirm and healing. At first I thought it was her cooking…about 6 weeks later it hit me…I couldn’t smell anymore. I contacted the doctor’s office and was then informed it was due to the anesthesia (9 hours of it). I was told not to worry, my taste should be returning soon. Another week and a half my taste did return and I was able to taste food again! Would have been nice to have known this before it happened! But I guess everyone reacts differently.

  5. The minute I read “I opened the refrigerator door and sat on the floor…,” I thought of “9 1/2 weeks.” Sorry, but that visual made my day!

    I, too, would like to think of myself as a Supertaster, if only for the ego boost it would give this little foodie. LOL. I am quite sensitive to salt, but that may be because we use so very little of it in our cooking. My over-the-top passion is for all things super hot and spicy. While not one of those hardy folks who can happily munch on raw habaneros (I know several), I am a total “chilehead,” and have been since the age of seven, when my father began taking me to Chinatown in NYC to indulge us both in Sichuan hot sauces–yet every Chinese doctor I’ve been to has told me that is exactly what I should NOT be eating. But chiles are what rock my world, and shall probably be my undoing.

    On a related note, my chef husband’s mother had no sense of smell. None. She was, apparently a terrible cook…but with the happy result that her son eventually became a chef. :-)

    1. Elisse, no need to apologize. “9 1/2 Weeks” was what I was going for. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but chances are you’re not a supertaster if you adore chiles. Most supertasters have a problem with hot chiles. And no wonder your mother-in-law was a terrible cook! She couldn’t taste her food because of her last of smell.

  6. Hmmm. I was told I was a supertaster because I’m one of those people who absolutely gag at the smell and taste of cilantro–I’ve had to hoof it from the produce stand where someone was ruthlessly fondling vast amounts of the stuff. I really thought I’d lose my breakfast. It really smells like something died in my mouth, just from smelling it.

    Also can’t stand green tomatoes, not the bitterness of unripe fruit, but something fetid in the smell. But pickle-y, which is not the same as bitter, I know, are some of my favorite tastes. Huh.

    It would be fascinating to know more about this general subject. It would explain so much about why some people have a sweet tooth, while others don’t. Or why some people are all about the umami and others just don’t get it. At least I think it would.

    Has Dr. Bartoshuk written articles that are available outside of medical journals? I was a medical writer, so I can read and understand the medical stuff, but I just don’t have access anymore.

    1. Hi, Ruthie. I’m not sure if your reaction to cilantro and green tomatoes is related to being a supertaster, as that’s smell not taste. But you can definitely find out; there’s plenty of medical and lay literature on the subject of supertasting as well as on Linda.

      1. Thanks for the quick response, David. I’ve never been tested, that was just something someone told me at a conference, IIRC. As for drawbacks to being a supertaster, if violent aversions to popular foods/seasonings are typical, then it wouldn’t be much to brag about. ;) But it’s like when someone says they have perfect pitch, you expect them to be a musical genius, when really they can’t even carry a tune! I guess it’s just the idea of being “special.” LOL!

        1. Ah, but Ruthie, you may be on the higher end of normal tasters. Plus there are always anomalies. For instance: supertasters don’t usually like fatty things. Me, I can’t get enough. I believe you can get PROP paper, small square treated with 6-n-propylthiouracil, for testing. I remember being in physical anthropology class and we were instructed to let the paper melt n our tongues. Only three of us had a reaction. Everyone else thought we were crazy.

          1. SAVE FOR D It’s really fascinating, the way our bodies work. And the way we react to labels! ;) It’s really gotten out of hand when people jump on, for example only, the gluten free bandwagon because they think that makes them more delicate and special, when really, they’re darn lucky of they don’t have celiac disease. If I had the tenacity, I’d love to write an article, or even a book, on diet and food sensitivities and how they are viewed by society. It’s really a huge topic.

            BTW, thanks for being so willing to chat. I was planning my first food web site about the same time you were starting Culinaria — you stuck to it, I got run over by life. You were so approachable and helpful then, and you still are. Fame hasn’t spoiled you, kiddo. ;)

  7. I was first introduced to the idea of “super tasters” in a They Might Be Giants song, “John Lee Supertaster,” on the album “No!” TMBG can vouch for your superhero status, and if they say so, it must be true.

    1. “When he tastes a pear (tastes a pear)
      It’s like a hundred pears (it’s like a million pears)”

      Thanks for the memory, Tammy!

  8. Related but not a part of…I wonder if you or Dr. Bartoshuk have any comment on women’s vs. men’s palates and preferences? I’ve noticed that women tend to enjoy acidic flavors (grapefruit juice, vinegars etc.) more than men. Could just be the women I hang out with….That’s a little scarey.

    1. Rick, I believe there are gender differences in taste perception, but I can’t tell you exactly. Linda is eyeballs-deep in work, but I’ll see if I can get an answer.

  9. David, jumping ahead a bit…I hope Dan (my husband) can help you with the leaks. Roxbury is plagued with them. Thank you for the lemon curd, looking forward to it. We also need to keep Jeff and Carlos in our thoughts after the fire.

    Look forward to seeing you again soon.


    P.S. I tried to count my sisters taste buds once. It’s very difficult!

  10. How interesting that you could find out! It seems that knowing may help people to be more conscious of their eating, as an advantage. I certainly crave bitter greens, so I am probably “average” which is a funny term. As if we are graded on taste. I wonder if there are things one can do to actually make yourself slide up or down the scale.
    Your writing is so lovely, as always. Super writer? Can that be a term?

    1. Not sure if there are things you can do to slide up or down the scale. I think it has to do with anatomy.

      And thanks for the kind words about the writing .Super writer? I wouldn’t go that far!

  11. Oh, Boy, can I relate. One week before hosting an important dinner party in October I lost taste for all sweet or salt. It was full-on during the advance date food-preps we seasoned cooks live for. I was devastated. I could not ‘taste-test’ my own creations. I was forced to go strictly by recipe and did not dare alter even one iota. I had to (shudder) ask my family to taste things using my tasting spoons, a cherished task, because it all tasted horrible to me. Such a torturous ailment to happen to a cook! (medical name: dysgeusia.) Luckily it passed, has returned only once for two days, and David, as I continue to move into “our” 51st year, I pray it’s behind me. I can’t speak to dentistry, since I believe it’s quite medieval and one day we will laugh at the tortures forced upon us.

  12. A strange artifact of the radiation treatments I had for cancer, I lost my sense of sweet completely. I discovered that when I decided to invite my grandniece and nephew over to bake an angel food cake when I was recovering at home. The sugar container was right next to a similar salt container and I couldn’t tell one from the other. So I dipped my finger into one and then into my mouth. Nothing. Just a sandy feel. The other definitely tasted of salt so we knew which one to use.

    It was an odd effect–with “sweet” out of the way, other flavors came strongly forward. Chocolate, for instance, was rough, since the only thing I could taste was the cocoa. Milk chocolate–bah! Just grease!

    Tart was overpowering. So was spice. Some foods just seemed to disassemble as I ate them. Something I never experienced before–so maybe I’m one of the underachievers of taste. It was actually quite incredible–the exact opposite of having your tongue go numb!

    But gradually, over two years, the sensations balanced and everything went back to a near normal state.

    I’m much more conscious now though–I eat slower and more methodically and try to separate out the different flavors, spices, and herbs. My wife, who was always better than I was at the “chemistry” of cooking, helps me identify what I don’t recognize.

    Losing those senses, either for hours or months, does change your perspective on the food that you eat–and increases the respect for the sensations that we sometimes take for granted.

    – Jeff

    1. Hi, Jeff. I completely agree. I have such a respect for the whole tasting/smelling processes we have. Yell me, what flavors or tastes do you not pick up on?

      1. Hey, David. As odd as it may sound, where at one point I had lost the sensation of sweet, I’m now overly sensitive to it. So sugary desserts don’t work for me–although I’m always curious enough for a teaspoon or small bite. Something to be said about memory!

        Some dishes that are strong in fats or oils tend to dull down for me. But herbs, spice, and flavorings–what I would call clean tastes–are an incredible pleasure for me.

        I find much more strength in subtlety when it comes to anything from starters to desserts…

        Thanks for asking!

        – Jeff

        1. Jeff, you really should try to contact Linda Bartoshuk. You’re an interesting case, and she’s always looking for more data. Plus she’s brilliant. Just spending time in her presence is an education.

  13. I can’t stand vegetetables. I was discussing this with my brother-in-law and he suggested that I may be a supertaster. But I love spicy foods. If supertasters have so many taste buds, wouldn’t they be sensitive to spicy foods?

    1. MaryAnn, my experience with being a supertaster, and my conversations with Linda Bartoshuk, was focussed on the problems with bitter flavors. But I’m going to ask her to jump in here, as I don’t want to pass on info that I’m not qualified to give.

  14. Congrats, David! You’re officially “a horse of a different color”. Now repeat – “there’s no place like home…”

  15. That explains a lot! I have always hated anything bitter and could never understand how people could drink tonic or eat frisée and enjoy it! I also have an adversion to all seafood–any correlation there or was it from my childhood when my mother insisted I eat it. I’m betting on the latter! As always, thanks for the information I LOVE your site and look forward to getting the newsletters–keep up the good work!

    1. Nancy, thanks for the kind words. I believe the aversion to shellfish may very well be your momma’s doing. I don’t know of any correlation between being a supertaster and shellfish.

  16. Great post, David. I find the medical aspects of taste and smell fascinating. As an oncologist who gives a lot of chemotherapy to patients, I find taste (rather, the loss of taste) is a huge issue for my patients.

    Congrats on being a supertaster! And, I’m sorry!

    1. Thanks, Merry, for the kind words. I’ve often heard that chemo patients lose their taste, but they also regain it, don’t they? And is it the same when it returns?

  17. “You inhabit a world of neon tastes where everything is more intense, while, as a nontaster, I live in a pastel world.”

    Neon tastes sound awful. “Neon” as an adjective conveys to me a seizure-inducing onslaught of blinking lights a la Vegas, or garish polyester and nail polish colors straight out of a trailer park.

    Think I’d rather have the muted tastes of pastels than the sensory overload of neon.

    1. Neon IS pretty awful. I think it has a lot to do with why I spit out food when I was a kid–think Tom Hanks in “Big”–and why I just drop my face into a quart of ice cream and suck it up as if my mouth were a Hoover attachment. There’s a pretty sad yet surprising chapter two to this story–I just need to 1.) get tested again (Linda is now in Florida, so it’s not as easy.); and 2.) Write the damn thing.

  18. Alzheimer’s patients frequently lose the sense of smell, which affects their sense of taste. My husband seems not to taste anything but sweets, especially ice cream.

    1. Jean, I’ve heard that. I’ve also heard women can lost some of their taste when they go through menopause. It’s amazing how something we take for granted is so interconnected with all parts of our health.

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