It’s a little known fact that we are assigned our preferences — pre-birth, while walking heaven’s central issue facility. Those so preordained will receive an inexplicable, lifelong penchant for Calabashes of Captain Black — ponying up to $50 per tub for chemical soup and smile all the day long.
Many souls will find an arduous life on the wild side, euphorically sniffing Latakia from large diameter bowls. Hell awaits.
Others will crawl the earth in search of Perique and spice with a great empty hole in their pallet that can never be filled.
Then there are those that will crave leaf of high acidity, destined to fry their tongues until a cat’s licker is soft in comparison.These Virginiamen, as they’re called will impulsively hoard and cellar their leaf like fine wines. The red leaf will consume you sloooowly.
Some across the great divide will enjoy licorice, soap and rose petals and be cursed with eternal rains, humidity and wet socks enjoying their potent Twists in the garden.
Then, the great architect smiled upon a select few of refined tastes, whom can appreciate earths bounty, whom can savor coffee without three splashes of vanilla, two squirts of mocha and stirred with a cinnamon stick. — Burley. Burley smokers shall build our continents. When a burley smoker’s feet hit the deck, the Devil sighs, “Awe shit, he’s up?”
Lastly, when through licking their school bus windows and coming of age, —Mixture 79 enthusiasts will keep the brand alive, because I believe the almighty has a peculiar sense of humor. There’s also a special place hell for those whom honey coat the chambers of new pipes, aka
@shermnatman.