Is that some kind of acronym combining Greek and...errr...butt, hinting at a particular expulsion from said bodily area, particularly after partaking in excessive ouzo and dolmades?
Alex, For what it’s worth, one day when I was about 6 years old I pondered the same question.
So I chose a nice green patch of lawn, bent down like a cow-person and munched it straight out of the ground. Not sure why I choose the whole eating-like-an-animal experience but I’m sure it would’ve tasted the same either way.
Came to the conclusion normal food is ok and haven’t eaten grass since.
YMMV however.
Is that some kind of acronym combining Greek and...errr...butt, hinting at a particular expulsion from said bodily area, particularly after partaking in excessive ouzo and dolmades?
Trust your mind to go there....
No, I was referring to the town on the French Riviera, Grasse is the centre of the French perfume industry.
Aromatics.... Grasse... get it?
I heard the Siberian outback smells a little like an armpit atm. Some to do with permafrost and methane release?
I hear the French alps smell like cassoulet toot-toots ATM due to the inflation making beans the only viable alternative (pork-less cassoulet - MON DIEU!)
I hear the French alps smell like cassoulet toot-toots ATM due to the inflation making beans the only viable alternative (pork-less cassoulet - MON DIEU!)
Trust your mind to go there.... 
