From HP Lovecraft works, paraphrased out of Wiki:
Celephaïs was created in a dream by Kuranes (which is his name in dreams—his real name is not given) as a child of the English landed gentry. As a man in his forties, alone and dispossessed in contemporary London, he dreams it again and then, seeking it, slowly slips away to the dream-world. Finally knights guide him through medieval England to his ancestral estate, where he spent his boyhood, and then to Celephaïs. He became the king and chief god of the city, though his body washes up by his ancestors' tower, now owned by a some rich dude.
In the original short story, Celephaïs is described as being situated in the valley of Ooth-Nargai beside the Cerenerian Sea. Its most remarkable feature is that it is unaffected by the passage of time, and takes no decay or wear, so that a person may leave it and return many years later to find that nothing has changed..
Popping open the can smells disconcertingly of grape (as expected). Though I'm an aromatic fan, this is disturbing and strange.
Tastes of Welch's Grape soda are mixed with musky, Indonesian cigar tobacco in the background and creamy Cavendish that has a hint of woody cocoa powder in the back with toasted bread. The grape is not synthetic but it is unusual.
The grape flavoring is unusual, even for the aromatic fan that I am, leading to late-aged, teenager-purchased-at-a-bargain-bin, stale Renaissance Festival incense of a girl you're dating while you're a liberal arts major sophomore, shooting for a BA in Creative Writing. Your dad knew you have a head for figures and insisted you try for an Engineering degree but you went for something more fun. The girl you've landed in the college today that you met at a vinyl record store who dresses like she loves Poe and Lovecraft lit this grape incense up during an intimate romp on a rainy Sunday afternoon in her dorm with the windows part-open, the rain-musk coming in, mixed with different scents. You're 21 and you think you know everything but you suddenly realize your might not, actually. You start to realize perhaps that your college choices will not land you a job, and this slightly chubby Janeane Garofalo might not be The One for you despite her over-confidence that got you there in the first place as you lie there, considering you're at a crossroads, and choices you made may not have been right, the path you went down was in error, but there's still time..
Probably best with a churchwarden pipe on a hot, August summer evening, this tobacco blend is intriguing as William Blake's "Book of Thel". It inspires doubt and dreams simultaneously, with hints of the idea of clove cigarettes and late-teen overconfidence as being "sophisticated" and as unique and interesting as your evening concubine suggests.. though best not to linger here, as it's all a flight of fancy.
Recommended for a unique and smooth change.. but not everyday.
