The wine of port for the people of history is a fine and elegant drink to which only the rich have access, for that reason the narrator when he realized that he could take that gift to his wife was very happy and he did not he saw the flaws in the drink, but his wife who had a very fine taste for wine, immediately after tasting it realized that it was a fake wine, but the gentleman did not see the negative effects of the wine until he saw the plants and the cat had died. He stopped trying to convince his wife that the tonic port wine was the same as port wine.
The story begins when the narrator tells that in the office here was a bottle of Tarret’s Tonic Port, which had been there some time and one of the partners told the head clerk that he could have it if he liked. Later in the day the head clerk said if a bottle of Tarret’s Tonic Port was any use to him, he might take it home. He put the bottle in his bag that night and took it home as a little present for his wife whose name was Eliza.
Eliza had a peculiarity, only liked Port wine, so when she tasted the wine, she asked him; «Why?, you told me it was port! and he told her “So it is.” “It says tonic port on the label.” “Well, tonic port practically is port. That is to say, it is port with the addition of–er–phosphates.”
The wine had a very strong taste and it hurt them, so he threw it into the garden and the next day the plants had died. The narrator defended the wine and did not realize that it was an ugly and harmful drink for those who drank it then he saw their cat sick and he gave it a few spoonfuls of the tonic port in a little milk and the cat drank it with avidity after a few hours the cat died but with a smile on its face.
He judged it best to say nothing about the port. But the bottle had gone from the sideboard and Eliza said that she had removed it, to prevent further accidents.
He told the head clerk about it, but he only laughed in the silliest way. He is a most ill-bred man, the narrator said.
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