An enthusiastic expert in the depth of aromas in human fecal matter. Often found outside restrooms, waiting for a waft of olfactory pleasure emanating from a porcelain bowl full of goodies. Some like rich full reds, others fine crisp whites. The poop sommelier seeks the browns and often greens of excrement.
That incessant imp was outside the bathroom again waiting for me as I was taking a shit. What is wrong with him?
Answer: Poop Sommelier
Answer: Poop Sommelier
by Karl Hungus April 21, 2024

The act of inhaling one’s own flatulence while it is still actively being expelled, creating a continuous and immersive olfactory experience. This occurs when the gaseous output is so potent and enduring that the individual remains fully enveloped in its aroma, analyzing its depth and complexity in real time—much like a wine sommelier assessing a fine vintage.
The Sommelier’s Curse is often unintentional, yet those who experience it are granted a fleeting moment of self-inflicted atmospheric dominance. Some regard it as a testament to their own biological prowess, while others are left questioning the internal fermentation process that led to such a robust and lingering bouquet.
The Sommelier’s Curse is often unintentional, yet those who experience it are granted a fleeting moment of self-inflicted atmospheric dominance. Some regard it as a testament to their own biological prowess, while others are left questioning the internal fermentation process that led to such a robust and lingering bouquet.
As soon as Matt felt the first wave of warmth escape, he made the fatal mistake of shifting in his seat. Trapped in the epicenter of his own creation, he was forced to endure the Sommelier’s Curse in its purest form—a full-bodied, slow-releasing bouquet with hints of last night’s Taco Bell and despair.
by butterbeanthurtein March 6, 2025
