Rolled, burned, smoked, stacked, and trashed.

Amazing by the sheer quantity!

Listening for the requisite raspy weathered voice. Visualizing the texture and tint of the consumer’s skin.

I Inhale, and then exhale, a smell so distinct.

I'm intrigued, fascinated even. Drawn to the saturation of color, palpable textures and sultry mood.

A stop in your track treasure, an unexpected pleasure.

Unremarkable, passed by and even repulsive to some, fascinating and appreciated by me.

A lucky shot, or should I say, a Lucky Strike!