The Senses Are The Organs

The Number Of Flavors Is Infinite, For Every Soluble Body Has A Peculiar Flavor, Like None Other.

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

Whosoever Says Truffle, Utters A Grand Word, Which Awakens Erotic And Gastronomic Ideas.

A Meal Without Wine Is Like A Day Without Sun

He Who Receives His Friends And Gives No Personal Attention To The Meal Which Is Being Prepared For Them, Is Not Worthy Of Having Friends.