Tobacco Myth

[mrcigar]

Huron Indian myth has it that in ancient times, when the land was barren and the people were starving, the Great Spirit sent forth a woman to save humanity. As she travelled over the world, everywhere her right hand touched the soil, there grew potatoes. And everywhere her left hand touched the soil, there grew corn. And when the world was rich and fertile, she sat down and rested. When she arose, there grew tobacco . . .

What a nice image, even man in antiquity understood the concept of tobacco and relaxation.

[cj121]

That's cool.
What a shame ol' 'pale face' turned up and trashed things

[Wardjrz]

What wath the myth'th name?

[donkeydrop]

I like that, I wonder if I tell the Mrs that she will stop rolling her eyes when I smoke (probably not!)

[Puff Scotty]

That's why I've had the odd cigar that smelt like a sweaty arse....so the missus told me!

[Eddie]

I've always thought it smelt a bit of "lady garden". The above would explain this scent.

[donkeydrop]

you have lost me now!

[mrcigar]

I've always thought it smelt a bit of "lady garden". The above would explain this scent.

Whether or not you are being serious, I have a friend who says that the smell of cigars remind him of 'lady garden' (what a terrible phrase), and I tend to agree. I can't really say much more at the risk of being banned for lewdness.

[cj121]

You guys sure know some ladies!

[donkeydrop]

now I get it!!! what the bleedin hell you been smoking????? and where can I get one?

[TJCoro]

You guys sure know some ladies!

Keep 'em on that side of the pond, por favor!

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