"I am quite sure that this particular beer is not, in fact, a methaglyn, but rather a melomel, because I detect a strong note of blueberry", pronounced Mr. Carp didactically, to which Mr. Marx (a new and nervous member of the Township's cabal of mead microbrewers) replied evasively that he had no direct knowledge of any fruit in this sample, but his temporizing didn't distract Mr. Carp from trolling for scandalous tidbits to include in his food and drink column ("The Prying Gourmand") in the weekly suburban paper.