"Ecatl, light a refreshing divine smoke with no random herbs added. And bring some herb snacks, along with a cup of green grass cocoa tea!"
"Yes, Family Head!"
The bright moon hung high, and the royal tent was solemn. Xiulote, holding the letter paper, turned his head slightly and gave a command to the Guard Commander holding an axe on guard. Then, he closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and patiently waited.
Soon, the fragrant aroma of tobacco rose from the purple clay smoking furnace, dispersing inside the well-ventilated tent. These whole tobacco leaves came from the Maya City-States, of very high quality. As they burned, a faint oil would seep from the surface of the dried leaves, giving the aroma a particularly rich flavor.
