I like to think of love as the wine of the gods.
Like any wine it can be sweet or bitter, which depends on age or taste.
The etymology of the word Ambrosia comes to us from Greek and Sanskrit as a potion of the gods, and in both cases from the Indo-European words that mean: undying.
I dare say it will alter your frame of mind and change the way everything else tastes, for better or worse, but it is a hangover humans are incapable of recovering from by any other means than time.
Akin to food or drink, it sustains us.
The absence of it becomes a thirst we cannot quench by any other means.
Oh, but to have it, my friends is to consume that which is undying.