Cantaloupe -- or the fruit spawned from the rancid loins of Satan as it's known around the Mike B household -- gives me the galloping willies*.
If at any point Adagio teas et al
feel I've over-stayed my welcome, all it need do is make a cantaloupe-flavored tea and I'll see myself out. I can't abide the stuff.
* After re-reading my post, it occurred to me that "galloping willies" sounds a lot like I'm trying to come up with some cutesy code for diarrhea. Which I'm not. The less said about any
of our gastrointestinal distresses the better, is all I'm saying.
Oh, and Bonnie Raitt's Sweet Forgiveness
(c. 1977) is a pretty kickass album. In case you were curious.