Beet pollen. Eat to the beet. Found it in a market down in New Orleans. Have baths, have sex, eat beets, and you will live to a Limburger-ripe old age. Reminded me of "Sacre Bleu" or should I say that's the only novel that's ever reminded me of this. Eternal character winds his lumpy way through the smoky candle=end of time. You should have heard them just around midnight.