Scents And Sensibility

It's not often that I have to get things off my chest, or rather out of my entire olfactory network, but lately there have been too many scenarios such as this. At a restaurant and, like Pavlov's dog (hopefully not looking like one), excited about the wine order. After the initial check for faults, the waiter expertly fills the glass. And there it is, a foul aroma that can only be described as a cross between fly spray and rancid aromatherapy oil. No, it isn't the wine, I can't smell that yet. It ...