About 20 years ago, I clipped an essay by Alexander Theroux from Esquire (then Esquire Fortnightly) magazine. It was by Alexander Theroux, and was a gourmand's review of popular candy. One of the funniest and most brilliant essays I have ever read, before or since, full of memorable associations, things like the interior of the 3 Musketeers Bar 'reminiscent of wormwood;' and Pez ("the Pez" he calls it) comprised of 'deathlike ingots.' Last year, I lost it. Esquire can't help me, and searches on Theroux's books have been fruitless. Anyone?