Translation Please

In California’s Sonoma Valley, where vineyards cater to wine snobbery, a woman phoned the classified ad department of a newspaper. She offered for sale what sounded like “well-aged Caumeneur.”

The ad-taker was used to the infusion of French words into the local vocabulary, but was unfamiliar with that particular wine.

“Could you please spell that?” she asked.

“You know,” said the woman impatiently, “C-o-w M-a-n-u-r-e.”