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Honey…. “Black” Phil, arriving in the Caribbean islands, realized that he had run out of tobacco for his pipe.
He lost the world, almost losing his only eye from despair.
He walks through the forest and finds a clump of dry grass, fruit, and a glue that smelled like honey.
That was it, happiness at its peak, his pipe came alive again, only this time his smoke was enriched with honey, coconut, and pear in the finish… he was in Heaven!!!!!!
