Traveling Man


I don’t travel much, but I’m flying today. Waiting for my connection in Atlanta, I sure miss the days when airports had smoking areas. My two-hour layover would go a lot quicker. I’ll have to content myself with sniffing the tobaccos I’m carrying: Amphora, Wild Atlantic, and Autumn Evening.

Oops! I found the area! Yay! Time for some Autumn Evening in a small black clay.