"50 bucks a pack, not smoke, the wind of the steppe."
A short video was drawn last night, and someone pulled out the filters of huronbel, 34 mm long, one hand on the table, and the comment area exploded into fireworks:
"that's the length of my 800 meters."
"8 mg tar, extracting 10 mg spirit."
No one's talking about nicotine, all talking about the "grass" -- like stuffing the july prairie into the chest, opening the mouth and spilling the wind。
Those who know how to do know that this smell only happened in 2008。
The ulanhot cigarette factory rubbed yunnan and zimbabwe tobacco in gold proportions. Together, it's like a pastoralist's hand plattering the meat with a corrugated cortex; the first spicy, the second sweet, the third just wrote "the emperor is far" on his lungs. When red clouds and red rivers were merged that year, the name of the group was still hot, and huronbel was launched for the front line — the savannah needed a card, smoke was the most readily available postmark。
The cheapest postmark is called "savannah." ten dollars, a green box, a low-end grass-eating horse。
The smoke shop owner put it together with gum, and the students took a bag of gum and saved the flowers for two days; the driver of the bus moved in and shook a long distance, and the lighter “sweet” sounded like a fire for the tank. It's 10 mg of tar, and it's painful, and in 2017 the ulanhot factory even sold cigarettes all over the street -- the finance lady standing at the door of the supermarket, handing one over, laughing at fish tails: "taste the smell of our grassland."
Then the tide of integration came, and green huronbel was put under the clouds。
The old smoker found that the packaging was still green in the savannah, but he slipped on his mouth like his predecessor had changed perfume and met again, familiar and strange. At shanghai's convenience store, 25 was sold and "deep" when the booking was closed, and some people were following it: 13 at ho and hott railway stations, with two dollars left and a bowl of lamb soup。
The price rises, the story doesn't collapse, it's just someone else。
There's a pyrotechnic, and the paradise grasslands are coming on the five colours of hada。
100 millimeters long, 25 millimeters filtered, and the girl grabbed her hand like she was holding a milk tea straw. 8 mg low-calorine oil, after which the lipstick was not coloured, the office sister group treated it as an “overtime placebo” — a programme that had been killed, went to the stairwells with two holes in it, and the clouds had floated, while the “modifications” on the computer screen were immediately blurred into a distant flock of sheep。
And the fault is also clear: it is as high as to draw a river from the grassland, and it is better than a fire, and a cup or two。
It turns the middle into little bricks, 26 bricks, red-skinned cloud shadows, and the mongol oxen head sign is hidden in the corner, like the egg deliberately left by the designer。
The process was broken down into modules: yunnan smoke leaves were for fragrance, zimbabwe tobacco leaves were for filament, and the zimbabwean aromatic acculturists were torn into the same kind of datum — no one was to be pushed down, the smoke slipped through their throats, like a horse's piano suddenly turned, the seat was to shine, and the groan was to return。
When you're done with the strangulation, your mouth is covered in red, like the savannah sunset。
The most expensive one, the "kingo tron" , the black-gold bag, squeezed like a cold dagger in his hand。
50, filtration, 34 mm, equal to a "savanna quarantine belt"。
The first sip of grass is like waking up from horse dung in the mornings; the second is thick, like the sun rises, the dew evaporates, and only warm seaweed。
The business table was pulled out and the company was quiet for a moment — black hot, and the air was pressed down to the toilet。
The old gun summed up: the smoke was disrespectful to the leader, to the "teleway, a horse, a person" himself。
Five cigarettes, five savannahs。
People are cheap, people buy packaging, and people just want to find 13 bucks in 8 mg。
The smoke was scattered, and the smoke boxes on the table were lined up like a smaller map of huronbel: from the kin to the high end, from the thick to the thin, the wind of the prairie blows through its purse, and it blows through its throat, and it stops in its lungs, and it turns into a whisper that no one will take away
"take it easy, there are horses running."
