Singapore’s financial elite have discovered a revolutionary new way to unwind by sitting in a thick cloud of carbon monoxide.

Every evening, thousands of corporate drones descend upon Lau Pa Sat to pay premium prices for the privilege of smelling like a burnt carcass.

The "Satay Street" experience allows high-flyers to pretend they are cultured while sweating through their bespoke Italian shirts in 32-degree humidity.

Health officials remain baffled as men in Rolexes willingly marinate their lungs in grease-clogged air for a sense of "leisure."

"Wah lau, the smoke so thick I cannot see my boss face, very shiok man," said local analyst Tan Ah Kow while coughing up a piece of soot.

"For fifty dollars, I get ten sticks of mystery meat and a free asthma attack, where to find such good deal?"

Tourists are also joining the fun, mistaking the dense smog for a traditional spiritual cleansing ritual performed by the city’s working class.

Local residents confirmed that the smell of charred fat is the only thing capable of masking the stench of their own failing careers.