It’s a musk. I can’t have that near me,  I said. It’s worse than durian. That’s our cue to leave, the six top of old men next to us bolted. It smells like urine and biology class and feet, he observed. It doesn’t taste bad though. he took a tine full. But then you get that whiff up the back of your nose and you just have to hold your breath. It remained like a cloud over the table long after we asked to have it taken away.This was the offending dish. It’s an ass kicker. JJ called from the car after. I have to pull over to barf, he said. It’s a ghost smell that’s stuck on me.