Opium


The smoker lay in a gloomy opium den cubicle, with the smoking apparatus laid out on a low table to one side. The dark, sticky raw opium was twisted around a pin and cooked over a lamp until it hardened amidst much bubbling and crackling. It was then placed in the bowl of the pipe, which was turned towards the flame. A pipe was completed in just a couple of minutes. Aficionados would have half a dozen or more pipes at one go, the pupils of their eyes shrinking to needle-points in the process.

The smoking technique required some practice. “Imagine that you are a child that sucks its mother's breast”, was the advice Quennell was given.

[Tales of Old Shanghai from thecargoculte.com archives]

"She peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top, with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else."
[Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, 1865]




And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
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Opium


The smoker lay in a gloomy opium den cubicle, with the smoking apparatus laid out on a low table to one side. The dark, sticky raw opium was twisted around a pin and cooked over a lamp until it hardened amidst much bubbling and crackling. It was then placed in the bowl of the pipe, which was turned towards the flame. A pipe was completed in just a couple of minutes. Aficionados would have half a dozen or more pipes at one go, the pupils of their eyes shrinking to needle-points in the process.

The smoking technique required some practice. “Imagine that you are a child that sucks its mother's breast”, was the advice Quennell was given.

[Tales of Old Shanghai from thecargoculte.com archives]

"She peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top, with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else."
[Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, 1865]




And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
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