On cold nights I love to fart under my blanket and enjoy the creeping warmness and tangy aroma as my flatulent creation peeks out from down below to say hi. I sniff a little at a time so as to stretch my enjoyment as far as possible, my wife cannot say the same as she sputters and coughs. Her tastes being more to the plaebian sect. Such a delicacy, but I abhor the 'wet' ones as they stain and my wife refuses to wash them...