Smells of Detroit - all that's missing is "thou"
Walking in I was greeted by a wafting whiff of what seemed to be wine. Good wine, I'd say, but I couldn't tell you more about it than that. My sniffer is reasonably acute, but not down to the level of discerning the type of wine or the vintage or anything. Appropriately, it was accompanied by an aroma of rising and/or baking French bread. Zut alors, I think I'd better pronounce it "Day-twah" today.