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Two regions apart, yet paired together
A match of cheeses you won’t find better.
Preserved in muslin, not wax or bark,
The centre of warmth akin to a spark.
Savoured more than a hearth-warmed winter broth
Sweet and pure within carded cotton cloth.
A fine cheese wheel yet to be unravelled,
The rich yet eloquent flavours grappled.
Strengthened more-so with the passage of time,
Worth far more than any collectors' dime.