Its kind of like eating a York Peppermint Pattie (only different), or the warmth that washes over you when take a big swig off of a "clear" mason jar that came from the hills of Virginia or stepping into a hot tub (only with your clothes on), all emanating from, ahh, the aah, back of your front, if ya know what I mean. Does that clear things up? It's euphoric or in this case, buttphoric!
Guess ya had to be there.
