A drawback of being thoroughly hydrated at all times is that one's tears lose a surprising portion of their salinity.  One thinks of tear-taste as being a fairly stable thing.  As it turns out, bulk Evian plus a diet extremely heavy on fruit equals only very subtly salty tears that are sweetish.

On paper this may seem an enchanting and/or tantalizing novelty, but ultimately I feel something's lost.  What a rich, if well-worn, literalization of metaphor salty, salty tears can be.

My (third, now) sob over the novella told by this gravestone seemed cheapened by its Sanrio-ish tang on my lips.