them. “Old oilmen like my granddad used to taste the stuff.” “Taste!?” Very rarely, Saskia felt unsure in her command of the English language. Maybe this was some colloquialism? T.R. grinned and pantomimed sticking a finger down into something and then lifting it to his mouth. “Literally taste. If the oil was sweet, it was low-sulfur. Sour crude, on the other hand, needs extra refining to take the sulfur out, so it sells at a discount. There’s a lot of sour in the Gulf, especially down Mexico way. Anyway, I been buyin’ it up.”
