Quite possibly two of the finest tastes known to man. Me, I love both, can't beat a Bovril at the footy. I could not choose between the two though. Marmite on toast or even sometimes on biscuits. Hot mug of Bovril watching the soccer. I'm easily pleased.
Bovril is the dog's bollocks. Invented by a Scotsman to feed Napoleon's troops ...or, at least, so the spiel on the chunky bottle says.
Luxury. For breakfast in the Provan household my old mither used to nail a Kipper to the kitchen door and we would wipe a slice of bread on it.