Hmmm... Honeysuckle...

This paragraph totally threw me out of the story I was just reading:

His fingers speared into her hair, clenching into the silky strands as his lips covered hers. The taste he craved was there instantly. Honeysuckle and spice. Ambrosia.

Honeysuckle? I laughed out loud when I read the above paragraph. I'm not sure why, but for some reason, I had visions of brightly coloured shrubs growing from the heroine's lips. Yes I realise that that's weird.

Carry on.