I fell in love with Italian wines and have never fallen back out.
‘Most dogs break wind occasionally, but Cedric
was different; he did it all the time.’
James Herriot, All Creatures Great and Small
Thus the reader is introduced to the magnificent character Cedric the Farting Boxer, whose emanations were explosive, noxious, and constant. ‘Cedric made it worse, because at each rasping expulsion he would look round enquiringly at his back end and then gambol about the room as though the fugitive zephyr was clearly visible to him and he was determined to corner it.’
The young veterinarian charged with treating Cedric’s malady tries a different diet, more exercise, and charcoal tablets, all to no avail. When Cedric’s mistress can no longer handle his odors, she gives him to her handyman, who is happy to have such a ‘grand dog’ as Cedric.The handyman doesn’t mind Cedric’s little problem, because he has lost his sense of smell. His disability is Cedric’s saving grace; they are the perfect pair.
Once in a while, I wish I could not smell (or taste).
We try almost everything we carry before agreeing to sell it: wine, beer, spirits, even mixers. We want to be sure of the quality, and we also want to be able to accurately describe the products to customers. But for every product we think is delicious and are excited about working with, there are typically several that are sort of ‘meh’, and occasionally something that’s just plain awful. Like this week, when Nick and I tasted something that had us simultaneously spitting it out, reaching for water, and then saying, “Eww, what WAS that?’
Dirty-smelling, astringent, vaguely peppery, perplexing. Surely people don’t choose to drink this? Or maybe they do? We’re giving it a hard pass. But I’m still glad we tried it, because now you don’t have to. This is-in our opinion-one of the advantages to shopping with us; we sort through the garbage so you can just drink the gems.
Farting boxers notwithstanding, I guess I’ll hang on to those senses. They’re useful.