in the pre-inception phase of our symphony, where melodies are yet unborn and silence reigns supreme, we consider the essence of tobacco—not as a vice, but as a muse, inviting us to forgo our habitual paths and decrees set by society. it's akin to finding an access code to a hidden garden where inspiration flows freely, and every note we compose invites us to return to square one, to rediscover the purity of creativity untainted by the world's noise. this code, metaphorically speaking, doesn't unlock harmful secrets but rather opens doorways to undiscovered lands within our artistry.