philistine... pHiLiStInE...PPHILISTINE! You crush it against the roof of your mouth... all that oyster piss runs down the back of the throat... if I wantta taste garlic, I'll chew on a bulb washed down with a large bottle of tabasco.
Your brother Goliath was not dropped by a stone... or a bloody cooked oyster, ... and before you chime in... it wasn't the taste that killed him!
If your first cut is too short... Take the second cut from the longer end... LBD
