Dear Members,

The Captain has a new nose. It's big and swollen and apparently resembles something from a Tintin mag. Captain Haddock ring any bells? But it breathes. And it smells, oh so well. And le Captain would love to host you for a wine smelling where he Christens his virgin nostril. A nostirl which has never before known the fresh cut grass of Spring or that sweet, seductive scent of warm rain, let alone the nose of a voluptuous Vosne, a silky, carressing right-bank claret or a bifasicular Barolo.

Oh how that nostril has suffered and o' how you club members shall profit from its emancipation from septumial deviation. COME. SMELL. Bring a bottle. There shan't be a theme, how could there be? To breathe for the first time is to discover an infinity of un-explored virtues, to sup from the molecular fountain of the everlasting. For 'the five colours make a man blind, the five tones make a man deaf.'

Bring a bottle and the rest shall be provided.

So please join the club Captain at club HQ on the 29 April 2023 for an evening of liberation and libations.

Sincerest Sniffles
Club Captain Frazer

Convalescence Pissed, Figure 1. The Grapes of Roth.