Optical Appetite was like a visual aphrodisiac - dirty, raw and sexual.
The 50-minute, one-night performance, tautly choreographed by the London-based Richard Causer, was a testament to lust, desire and gluttony told through a dozen dancers' gyrating hips and their capers with food.
The show was visually stunning, with a smorgasbord of bodies and succulent, fleshy fruit on display.
A whole taster menu was destroyed onstage and the first few rows of the theatre were a designated "splash zone".
In one segment, three dancers plunged their faces and bodies into cream cakes and mounted spotlighted pedestals, whipping their limbs back and forth to send flecks of white raining over the stage and the audience.
In another, handfuls of pearly brown grain were snatched from burlap sacks and flung towards the rafters, showering the dancers who were rollicking below.
The vanilla fragrance of cream, the subtle tang of crushed citrus fruit and the earthiness of snapped vegetable stalks filled the theatre, making it an aromatic feast as well as a visual one.
The bodies of the dancers were also a sight to behold, as each finely muscled figure was clad in next to nothing.