The green leaves of the potted plants create a large scene in my room. I put my pipe to my mouth and light it with a matchstick. I then blow the mixture into my pipe to give the smoke a little swirl. The resulting mixture is beautiful. It has a very pungent aroma, and the flowery parts are especially strong. I feel the smoke rising up my nostrils, and the aftertaste is simply magical. It is as though the Gods had put a pipe up my nostril and given me a little blast of divine fire. “Ah-h-h-h,” I say, blowing the smoke up at the ceiling.