A lady author of some renown told that when she was a lass, she'd come-across cartel and asked her father what it meant. He brushed her off with "You're too young to understand that," so she assumed that it was something too naughty for tender ears.
She said that although she eventually learned what it means and knows about denotations and connotations, she still feels a bit of a girlish thrill whenever she encounters it.
