“For centuries, a rite of passage for French gourmets was the eating of the Ortolan. These tiny birds—captured alive, force-fed, then drowned in Armagnac—were roasted whole and eaten that way, bones and all, while the diner draped their head with a linen napkin to preserve the precious aromas and, some believe, to hide from God.”

Morphine set from the Victorian Era.

Hans Bellmer, Cephalopod, c. 1939