"This wine has quite a complex nose! Citrus, grassy, lightly honeyed and –oh! – apricot kernel. Just a hint, mind you. Perhaps more like bitter almond. Delightful!"

You smile indulgently at the small, gray-haired, moustachioed man across the tasting counter from you. This fool looks like the little guy in the Monopoly game, you think to yourself.

"Cyanide," you say. You pronounce the word carefully, weighing and rolling it on your tongue as you would a fine wine. "That smell, it's cy-a-nide."

"Precicely!" chirrups the stout man. "Well said! What a nose you have!" he adds joyfully.

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