...all he needs is a string of garlic on his shoulder. When I lived in England, our neighbourhood had a French guy who carried huge loads of garlic and onion strings on his bicycle and sold them house-to-house. If you happened to be outside when he was approaching but could not yet see him, you could smell him: garlic wafting in the air... and even more so when standing close to him; his garlic breath would've stunned an ox. I bought from him every week.
