Where cheese is concerned, I'm very partial to blue. The smellier the better---Gorgonzola, for instance. In fact, last night my partner made a great salad with a blue cheese dressing. Well, not so much a dressing, as a garnish sprinkled generously over the salad. I tucked in with gusto, shoveling great forkfuls down my gullet, relishing the piquancy of the cheese.
Being the kind, gentle, thoughtful, supportive person that I am (ha!) I said to her, "Great salad! When did you get the blue cheese? There was only an old bag of that shredded Gouda in the fridge this morning."
"Blue cheese?" she responded, "what blue cheese?".