The very first sentence
of "Five quarters of the orange" by Joanne Harris

"When my mother died she left the farm to my brother,Cassis, the fortune in the wine cellar to my sister, Reine-Claude, and to me, the youngest, her album and a two-litre jar containing a single black Périgord truffle, large as a tennis ball and suspended in sunflower oil, which, when uncorked, still releases the rich dank perfume of the forest floor"

Have a good day

July