And according to locals, there's often a stiff breeze of fumes from the factory that'll put a spring in your step and a tipi in your pants. Medical professionals attest to the very visible effect of Pfizer's local business. On a windy day, many a man (and dog) can be spotted walking around "in a state of sexual excitement." And you know how the old adage goes: Where there's smoke, there's a bunch of raging erections.
Naturally, Pfizer insists the claims are complete baloney, stating that their "manufacturing processes have always been highly sophisticated as well as highly regulated." The company maintains that airborne boner dust is nothing but a myth, and the entire town is merely enjoying a group placebo effect. Not that the locals mind either way. A Ringaskiddy woman describes the town as having become a sort of Mecca for men with erectile dysfunction. She's also quick to mention that she's never once been lonely in the years since her husband's passing. In Ringaskiddy, love is always in the air. Or something close enough, at least.