I can smell him. Even on the other side, there is smell. The spirit has a lilac smell. That is to say, not only is it the first part, but it should be conceived in such a way as to give an exact idea of the feast, very nearly as the overture to an opera should announce the quality of the whole work.
Wine exercises a more visible influence, food does it more slowly but perhaps just as surely.
I cannot understand a dinner without it. I hold soup to be the well beloved of the stomach. That's the story. Then you hear Jamaican and it changes again. And the result depends on how much of each spice you put into it.