My great grandfather smoked pipes, back when they were made from a nearly forgotten and secret ingredient. When I was just a lad he would tell me tales of wizards crafting the most beautiful tobacco pipes in Europe. He told me that these pewter wizard’s pipe were so powerful that even the slightest puff could transport one to a different time or place.
They were simply called Burnt Sienna Pipes because only an insignificant generation later was it discovered that this magical recipe must be cooked at a low 350 degree temperature to maintain its power. That little detail of course ensured that my great grandfather’s own potions would always be safe and effective for him personally as well as any customers who might stray too close to his shop on their way home after finishing