The Lord Hath Created Medicines Out Of

A Man Who Was Fond Of Wine Was Offered Some Grapes At Dessert After Dinner. "much Obliged," Said He, Pushing The Plate Aside, "i Am Not Accustomed To Take My Wine In Pills."

Smell And Taste Are In Fact But A Single Composite Sense, Whose Laboratory Is The Mouth And Its Chimney The Nose.

Gourmandise Is An Impassioned, Rational, And Habitual Preference For All Objects Which Flatter The Sense Of Taste.

The Table Is The Only Place Where We Do Not Get Weary During The First Hour.

At The Time I Write, The Glory Of The Truffle Has Now Reached Its Culmination. Who Would Dare To Say That He Has Been At A Dinner Where There Was Not A Pièce Truffée? Who Has Not Felt His Mouth Water In Hearing Truffles A La Provencale Spoken Of? In Fine, The Truffle Is The Very Diamond Of Gastronomy.