I used to love Turkish Delight
A few years ago I was walking through central London when I spied two gorgeous women dressed in flimsy clothes. They were standing outside a shop and holding trays of little coloured cubes that looked like they were dusted in sugar.
Great! Free sweets I thought.
I picked a pink one, popped it in my mouth, a quick chew and swallowed it.
I started feeling sick and had a horrible taste in my mouth then I realised that the women were standing outside a beauty shop and what I thought was Turkish Delight were small samples of perfumed soap.
I had to spend quite some time in a nearby pub to get reid of the taste.