One day, guests came to us from Belgium and brought wine. I have to say that in wine they do well, and my wife, at the time a future, also began to be interested in this, went to courses and so on.

So they opened a bottle of hamburger, tasting, trying to identify the notes.

My wife says, smell it. I try and say, yes, it smells of acetone. I was fucked, and used to a specialized site to read about the nose.

And whatever you think, the first line there is written "a pronounced smell of acetone", and a rapid shift of superstitious views to respectful ones. Since then, I have recognized the taste of dried finishes and the smell of purple several times, but the story with acetone is my favorite.