Ambition is as much a physical feeling as it is a flavor. It's a firm, tense rectangular prism deep in the bowels and a steel rod at the core of your sternum. The prism tastes tart and green with a hint of a bitter edge. I'd best compare this to citrus peels with plenty of the pith intact. The steel rod tastes warm and orange-yellow, like a late summer in a grassy meadow full of star thistle. That hot sun meets dry grass with an edge of danger? That's what is happening in the steel of the bone protecting your heart.
The little bit of nerves and fear that comes along with that danger feeling is vital to the Ambition profile. Without risk, there is no need for determination. All those citrusy green and yellows though, that's what we hold on to in order to forge ahead. Those notes are the ones that give us just enough cockiness and self-love to block out the naysayers and feel in our gut-prisms that we can achieve our ambitions.
Go forth and conquer,