This reminds me of a medieval tale, telling the adventures of the Belgian scoundrel Tijl Uilenspiegel: "Tijl was visiting the market, and noticed a food stand

This reminds me of a medieval tale, telling the adventures of the Belgian scoundrel Tijl Uilenspiegel: "Tijl was visiting the market, and noticed a food stand where a butcher was roasting chickens over a fire, spreading a delicious smell. Tijl stood a while next to the barbecue, sniffing the exquisite smells. Then the butcher noticed him just standing there, sniffing, and not buying anything. The butcher said: "Hey, you're enjoying the smell of my grilled chickens, not buying anything, you know what? You should pay me for the cooking smells of these chickens instead!" Upon which Tijl produced his wallet, made tinkling noises with the coins, and replied: "I pay for the smell of these chickens with the sound of my coins!". Faced with such impertinence, the butcher got angry and chased a laughing Tijl away."