There is something immensely satisfying and relaxing about the pop of an opened wine bottle on par with the sound of wooden wind chimes in a gentle breeze. Add to that the subtle gentle klink of empty wine glasses as you take them from the cupboard. Now factor in a sunset on the Côte d’Azur with your little dog lying beside you (watching the street below for other dogs passing by of course) and you might actually have an orgasm without the mess. Ok. So it’s subjective, but at least I get to contemplate such things.