Please bear with me while I come up with words for this. The nauseating aroma of a grandma hemorrhoid engulfed my nostrils, reminding me of ruptures, bleeding, preparation H, and the rancid smell of shit left to dry in the air, frequently moisturized by fellow monger's tongue to revive what should be left to fossilize, only to inhale a stinging feedback of what never should have been... Anyway, Joyce gave the best BBBJ in Chinatown for a good decade plus. No insult to her.