In 1985 at a pot luck hosted by my Aunties retirement community in Fl. I was given a piece of the most delious cake by a women who appeared to be in her late ninties. She was so tiny and quit the little lady. When I asked the name of the cake she sheepishly smiled and wispered "Better than Sex Cake" like sex was a bad word.
A few months later I saw were a restaurant in New was making a killing selling the Famous Better than Sex Cake.