To answer my own question (because I have the obnoxious propensity to do this all the time), I'd say I am very sensual. Or senses-sensitive. To the point where I've wondered if I have some kind of autism spectrum or sensory processing disorder spectrum issue.
1. Visually: I have photophobia. Sudden bright lights (even beautiful sunlight on cloudless, gorgeous days) can cause me panic, disorientation and sometimes migraine. Also loss of depth perception if it is lots of fluctuating/flashing lights. I wear my sunglasses out and about to the point it makes people think I am pretentious or high (both are distinct possibilities, but the wearing shades constantly isn't related). As far as visual aesthetics, I can get mortally offended by bad asesthetics. Looking at Thomas Kinkade paintings causes me extreme discomfort and makes me think of Nazis (who also had terrible, though not Kinkadian, aesthetics). Looking at something beautiful or moving can leave me elated, mystified or grief-stricken. I remember seeing a print of the famous Picasso painting of the family on the beach with no shoes ("Tragedy") in a high-school art class, and having to leave the class I was so overcome. The teacher asked "Why are they so sad?" Someone responded jokingly "Because they have no shoes." For some reason this set off a water-works on my face.
2. Sound: Same with light and such. I get overwhelmed and disoriented by lots loud sounds to the point of panic. Music I find beautiful/moving and I'll listen to obsessively until I feel it's part of me. Sounds like leaves rustling in the wind and rain falling on branches can cause a tingle down my spine. I seek out rain and wind sounds obsessively and will sit out on my patio listening for them. Words I like the sound of I'll repeat to myself (in private).
3. Touch: Serious involvement here! Itchy textures (all things wool, even cashmere) cause me extreme discomfort to the point of total distraction. Tags, too tight collars, things hanging and dragging (including scarves and heavy jewelry) annoy to no end. Plain, soft, unscented cotton is heavenly to sink into at night. Light physical touch makes me queasy and pissed. I prefer to do the touching.
4. Scent: Ongoing fixation for me, as those of you that have read my blog might have noticed. I even dream in scents. Strong perfumes and natural floral scents can trigger migraines. Ironically, I crave them right before I am about to have a migraine, making everything worse. I literally don't feel like myself unless I am wearing my perfume. In fact, I feel kind of confused unless I have that scent on me. I can tell a block away what someone is wearing (at least scent family). I know if your patchouli is dirty or creamy. I occasionally like cheap scents (your vanilla body sprays and such from places like Bath and Body Works), but inevitably they make me ill. It is obnoxious because I have the urge to ask people what body wash they use (I refrain from this as much as possible) to find out if I am right that they are using Dove, Axe, Irish Springs or whatever. The smell of something I associate strongly with the past can immediately bring me to tears, either in a good or bad way. I am horrified by my husband's smoked gruyere habit.
5. Taste: Not too unique here. Though again, as with scent, in the prodromal phase of a migraine I crave the very things that seem to trigger it, which is weird. Like many women I have a food porn habit as well as an unhealthily emotional relationship with food in general. I have worked so hard and so long at self-control that I've learned to feel/sense as little as possible about it. I get a visceral feeling of fear and pain from meats to the point where it destroys the enjoyment of good flavors. Smell of pork turns my stomach because Oliver Sacks wrote somewhere that it had a "corpsy" smell to it (I believe he was specifically talking about Spam), and somehow that seemed spot on, though thank goodness I would have no way of knowing. But the association stuck and the scent of a barbecue makes me think of cannibalism and corpses.