It was not a lunch calculated to cheer his mind...As he sat sadly consuming that impassive pale substance known to the English as “cheese” unqualified (for there are cheese which go openly by their names, as Stilton, Camembert, Gruyere, Wensleydale or Gorgonzola, but “cheese” is cheese and everywhere the same), he inquired of the waiter the whereabouts of Mr. Crimplesham’s office.
— from Whose Body?

I am delighted to find evidence that Dorothy Sayers was distrustful of "cheese."