“How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough, and that glorieth in the goad, that driveth oxen, and is occupied in their labours, and whose talk is of bullocks?”
Oh my. Cucumber! There really is nothing quite like it to my nose. I've only known two other people who are quite as sensitive... and one of those is my eldest child.
I've come to physical blows with asshats who think it is funny to test me, because it tastes of nothing to them.
Seems to me that the more we sharpen our mental and methodological tools (in all areas of human inquiry), the weirder and more interesting things become.