A large flat jet black rectangle, about 9 feet tall and 3 feet wide appears on the meadowy plain next to the center clearing of Vapeland. It slowly opens and a harsh yellow light shines out of it as the door slowly opens. A sea of transistors, motherboards, modems, RAM, PV's of all shapes and sizes, PV batteries, kicks, DIDs, cartomizers, atomizers, bottom feeders, top feeders, CD and DVD video games (and their corresponding systems) and too many more numerous mods and gadgets to mention can be seen wreathing and waxing.
Just at the front of the Tsunami is yardbyrd. He is flying hecticly forward, dodging an anode here, a hot atty there, he weaves back and forth before the onslaught of wire, cables, printed circuit boards and the like. The sharp wire of a transistor pokes his left leg, and an odd medallion around his neck begins to glow gently green, then orange, then blue. Just as a gigantic wave of cables mixed with outdated, 286, 386, 486, and 586 motherboards is about to crash directly on to him a blue glowing transluscent sphere appears around the avian. The wave crashes on the orb, but the sphere protects him, and he bounces along inside it, like a beach ball, through the opening of the black door. Once outside he instantly produces a small pouch, from under a wing, and blowing into it dust strikes the ebony geometric shape closing it just before the wave that pushed him along comes crashing down with certainty, massive uncaring force, and deliberation. The black portal begins to shift, then warp, then smear, then melt until it begins to seep into the soil of Vapeland.
Another quick blow into the pouch produces a large cloud that immediately dissipates what remains of the door; the rest has sunk into the realm below it's oily black ooze leaving a rather unpleasant tar and petroleum oil smell. This dissipates slowly but leaves a small black tar pit in the meadow in its wake.
Yarbyrd looks slowly, and sadly, at the astro-turf patch in front of him, that has formed from somewhere, and backing up a few feet he nods to the natural soil and the top of a perch can be seen stuck right at ground level. Suddenly a black wand with a white tip appears in the air above him, then an arm, cufflinked, white starched shirt, protuding from a beige coat sleeve. The wand bends down once, taps, and James appears. He walks slowly to yardbyrd and reaching inside his suit pocket produces gauze, ointment, and white tape and slowly, and caringly, applies the ointment, and bandages to the wound to yardbyrd's left leg. The byrd's medallion is pulsing indigo as the old man cleans the blood from his leg. James looks up and looks around carefully. He stands next to yardbyrd, the wand held in two hands as if at the ready.
Suddenly, a snake like line is approaching from the wood, glistening, and reflecting light. As it draws nearer it can be seen to be cell phones, telephones, phonographs, victrolas, and MP3 players(with an external speakers attached). It writhes up in front of yardbyrd and stops. James, reaching inside his right coat pocket removes 2 batteries, of some type, and picking up the cell phone removes a cover and puts the batteries inside. He quickly dials 911111, pushes "speaker" and sets it before his employer. A distant, scratchy, near metallic, almost robotic voice can be heard issuing from all the speakers in this line, and yardbyrd's medallion is pulsing very slowly first black then gray, then black again in a loop.
"Greetings denizens or should I say comrades? I almost couldn't make it here today but matters of duty pressed me forward. My assistant received vape mail today, and after sampling it's contents, and sharing them with me, we came to provide a review of our humble, unsought, and subjective views regarding them.
Cherry Blossom. (mmmm)
Delightful to the tongue and palate this delicious, but not over-bearing fruit/tea e-liquid was found mouth watering to us both. I get the undeniable flavor of Cherry flavored tea; but I felt the tea flavor was like Earl Grey; James thought it was more like green tea. Regardless the blending of these two flavors was met with much pleasure and we both found this e-liquid to be relaxing and most enjoyable. Subtle nuances mark this smooth and delectable flavor mixture and suprised us both as "Cherry flavored tea" was not a thing either of us thought would be particularly good; we were wrong. Our nic level is at 24mg and we both were much more satisfied and interested to see what steeping may do to such a mild mix with stronger fruit overtones. Right out of the bottle, however, it is undeniable savorable. Vapor is productive and the throat hit is mild.
White Rabbit! (Yikes!)
Finally the much spoken of and praised elixer was another taste sensation that we both loved. We've read many posts here regarding this intriguing flavor and have our own two cents to add to it's evaluation.
Coconut, cocoa, marshmallow, vanilla, macaroon delight is how we view it. Maybe...just maybe a hint of brown sugar! It certainly lives up to it's reputation and praise; again our niclevel is at 24 mg, Vapor production is high and the throat hit is mild.
Each wondrous concoction deserves much credit in its own right. I will, again, be looking forward to see how it tastes after steeping.
Pear Ship: an addendum
I have had Pear Ship long enough now for it to have steeped. The fruit flavor is not as pronounced but a toasty tobacco flavor has seemed to develop making it even more desireable to me. I agree with wolandepiphanius that many of those who prefer tobacco should request a stronger tobacco flavoring but wonder what it may do to it as it steeps.
All of these e-liquids produce vapor well and vary in throat hit although all mild; throat hit is not one of my favorites and the mild throat is it something I really like.
In conclusion I know not when I may be able to return to this realm. I assume a great city will soon be here crowding the forest and making rental space a premium. Forgive me if my visits grow fewer. I will still return, periodically, if I can fight my way through, to deliver only the most necessary information, such as reviews, as needed. Apparently access to this realm is becoming progressively more difficult for a creature such as myself. Please forgive my long message and be assured that they will become shorter and shorter as this realm continues it's journey toward "progress" ".
Looking to his feet, at the top of his perch, still stuck just at the level of the Vapeland soil under his feet, yardbyrd, nods slowly, and the perch top sinks back into the soil of Vapeland.
James approaches yardbyrd, but is still looking around warily; apparently his wand is at the ready. When James reaches his employer he gently scoops him up, careful to avoid the fresh dressing on his injured leg, and places him under his left arm. Holding the wand aloft, straight up toward the Vapeland sky, his old soft, husky voice mutters a strange word and touching his head with it they both instantly disappear.
