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Ben Northon

"I was born along the Mississippi, in one of those towns squeezed onto the banks of the river, sweltering under the western sun. At one time, I tried to bring law and justice to this dusty shambles of a place populated by miners and gold-diggers. With the years my illusions faded and I turned my back on my neighbors, to wander the ancestral lands. I became a “mountain man”, a solitary soul, a tobacco farmer. I fell in love with their subtle aromas, until they became my entire universe. With each blend, its memory. With each scent, its words. " from The E Liquid Creator  More

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    Road Five

    The town a hazy speck, far behind. A band of ochre and clay lazing in the fiery midday heat and the trot of a black horse echoing to the north and the south, no obstacles in the way. Then, suddenly, on the edge of the road, a tranquil plain, somewhere to pitch a tent and plant tobacco. I got my first fragrance there. A bitter note with plant aromas,a eulogy to the road and to the promised land

    The town a hazy speck, far behind. A band of ochre and clay lazing in the fiery midday...

    The town a hazy speck, far behind. A band of ochre and clay lazing in the fiery midday heat and the trot of a black horse echoing to the north and the south, no obstacles in the...

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    BLACK HORSE

    A sacred mount. During our first ride,he reared up and threw me from the saddle.A wild and proud thoroughbred. Since then,I have never really tamed him.We cross the plateaus and valleys,as equals.His rhythm has become mine.I created a tobacco for my old companion,a tribute like his coat,strong and black.

    A sacred mount. During our first ride,he reared up and threw me from the saddle.A wild...

    A sacred mount. During our first ride,he reared up and threw me from the saddle.A wild and proud thoroughbred. Since then,I have never really tamed him.We cross the plateaus...

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    Gold Digger

    GOLD DIGGER There was his huge silhouette,framed against the breaking dawn.And his hands in the stream,looking for gold nuggets and gold dust.He was a former miner,ome with shovel and pickaxe to find new gold deposits.He taught me patience and the slow drying of tobacco.I've hung up his tools on the wall,a memory of treasure never found and unexpected friendship.

    GOLD DIGGER There was his huge silhouette,framed against the breaking dawn.And his...

    GOLD DIGGER There was his huge silhouette,framed against the breaking dawn.And his hands in the stream,looking for gold nuggets and gold dust.He was a former miner,ome with...

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    DOE SKIN

    A deer nimble of foot,tracked all fall without success.It seemed to flit between the rocks,disappearing between the waters of the rivers.Finally,I found him asleep between my plants,peaceful and defenseless.I looked away,and created a tobacco in his image,an ode to life and strength

    A deer nimble of foot,tracked all fall without success.It seemed to flit between the...

    A deer nimble of foot,tracked all fall without success.It seemed to flit between the rocks,disappearing between the waters of the rivers.Finally,I found him asleep between my...

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    Love Blonde

    One dry and arid evening, in a seedy saloon,our eyes met. The scent of her hair was like freedom,expanses of wilderness,and her skin,like a light tobacco fragrance, was volatile and golden.She left one night,lured by the call of the high plains.Sometimes her memory caresses me like a wild breeze.Her gaze, her scent,the smoke escaping from her lips.Love Blond for ever...

    One dry and arid evening, in a seedy saloon,our eyes met. The scent of her hair was...

    One dry and arid evening, in a seedy saloon,our eyes met. The scent of her hair was like freedom,expanses of wilderness,and her skin,like a light tobacco fragrance, was volatile...

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