There was a shawarma place I used to go to that had an interesting “garlic sauce”. You couldn’t call it toum, as it was either not whipped with oil or they stopped after adding a splash. It had the appearance of being just very finely chopped garlic, like somebody ran it through a food processor until it was almost a paste. And fuck, it was so good on their donair pizzas. We used to get a small tub to go with it, but after a slice of the pizza, a sip of beer would set your tongue on fire. And the next morning, shaving would make the bathroom smell like fresh garlic. Definitely too much, but oddly worthwhile from time to time.
But coming up against a full grown 800 pound tuna with his 20 or 30 friends, you lose that battle, you lose that battle 9 times out of 10.
Read the last part as that thing your aunt gave you which you don’t know what it is.