The Pulaski did not smoke. For both energy and relaxation, they chewed the leaf of the peregrine maria tree, which grew an hour’s walk south of their village; to get schnockered and loopy, they chewed a big honk of it at once. For the Midsummer celebration, all the adults (and the sneaky children) drank a tea … Continue reading Smoke ‘Em If You Got ‘Em In Little Aleppo