A wealthy playboy met a beautiful young girl in
an exclusive lounge. He took her to his lavish
apartment where he soon discovered she was
not a tramp, but was well groomed and apparently
very intelligent. Hoping to impress her, he began
showing her his collection of expensive paintings,
first editions by famous authors and offered her
a glass of wine.

He asked whether she preferred Port or Sherry
and she said, "Oh, Sherry by all means. To me,
it's the nectar of the gods. Just looking at it in a
crystal-clear decanter fills me with a glorious
sense of anticipation. When the stopper is removed
and the gorgeous liquid is poured into my glass, I
inhale the enchanting aroma and I'm lifted on the
wings of ecstasy. It seems as though I'm about to
drink a magic potion and my whole being begins to
glow. The sound of a thousand violins being softly
played fills my ears and I'm transported into another
world.

"On the other hand, Port gives me gas."