I bought some cheddar in Damascus, hiked with it to Pearisburg, shipped it 3 days north to Cloverdale, hiked with it for 4 more days, and then opened it on some high, hot, windswept grassy hill. It was fine {HICCUP}, I think. On the otherhand, it was the last cheese I ate from June 1979 to December, 1982. Curious, that. itaintcheeseunlessitsstinkin'toe