so i basically lived on djarum blacks all through college, and i've smoked them on and off, here and there, ever since. then i hear congress is calling for a ban on flavored tobacco. they figure fruity flavors attract the kids. i'm not even going to start up a rant about how ridiculous the whole notion seems to me.
instead, here's my ode to djarum. i stopped by my local cigar shop the other day, and i bought myself a pack. just one pack, you say? yes, one. prices are so crazy whackass out of control, that a single pack costs nearly eight dollars. i love 'em, but i'm not in love with 'em. anyway, since i bought the pack, i've been smoking one per day. just one. savoring every last tantalizing second of every last succulent drag. it's my way of saying, "hey, thanks djarum. you're tasty, and i've enjoyed you over the years."
and as a final send off, i'm re-posting an old piece of writing that i'm pretty sure got tossed up in one of the old "tw artists" threads years ago. if you love cloves, share your love. for that matter, if you love any kind of flavored tobacco, share your love.
here's mine.
a sweet crackling ember just inches from my mouth
it's been too long since a djarum black has graced these lips
and i'll take a clove over a cigarette any day
rochester winters come flooding back
black cloves
blue hands
blue lips
we were too young and too stubborn to come in from the cold
but it was that chill that made us feel alive
seeing our breath
swirls of smoke and steam that rose upward endlessly
most of our thoughts were exhaled out into those icy, white clouds
heading off to forever to be remembered who knows when
thoughts were built to be airborne though
and we sure let them fly
but not a word was spoken between drag after drag
the sweet taste
the cool air making us shiver ever so slightly now and again
what was there to think about?
what needed to be said?
a beautiful night, with some stars and a bench to perch on
everything was as it should be
and the cloves, they were just fitting in
interlocking with the whole simple scene
completing the puzzle of all puzzles
instead, here's my ode to djarum. i stopped by my local cigar shop the other day, and i bought myself a pack. just one pack, you say? yes, one. prices are so crazy whackass out of control, that a single pack costs nearly eight dollars. i love 'em, but i'm not in love with 'em. anyway, since i bought the pack, i've been smoking one per day. just one. savoring every last tantalizing second of every last succulent drag. it's my way of saying, "hey, thanks djarum. you're tasty, and i've enjoyed you over the years."
and as a final send off, i'm re-posting an old piece of writing that i'm pretty sure got tossed up in one of the old "tw artists" threads years ago. if you love cloves, share your love. for that matter, if you love any kind of flavored tobacco, share your love.
here's mine.
a sweet crackling ember just inches from my mouth
it's been too long since a djarum black has graced these lips
and i'll take a clove over a cigarette any day
rochester winters come flooding back
black cloves
blue hands
blue lips
we were too young and too stubborn to come in from the cold
but it was that chill that made us feel alive
seeing our breath
swirls of smoke and steam that rose upward endlessly
most of our thoughts were exhaled out into those icy, white clouds
heading off to forever to be remembered who knows when
thoughts were built to be airborne though
and we sure let them fly
but not a word was spoken between drag after drag
the sweet taste
the cool air making us shiver ever so slightly now and again
what was there to think about?
what needed to be said?
a beautiful night, with some stars and a bench to perch on
everything was as it should be
and the cloves, they were just fitting in
interlocking with the whole simple scene
completing the puzzle of all puzzles
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