As one gets a little older and a little more wise and old, one becomes all gooey inside like a delicious marshmellow that's just been roasted on the camp fire. All charred, burnt, on fire and a little bitter on the sides but oh so sugary, sweet and satisfied on the inside. Piping, it does it to me everytime. I melt when I see it poking out of the leather upper and when it's in contrast colour oh the turkish delight inside of me jumps for joy (especially if it's covered in chocolate like Fry's). It take's a pair of hands, love and time to it right!