The Toasted of the town…
“A slice of Toast“ is what those who hobnob amongst the ganja-glitterati say when they desire a top shelf joint. A typical scenario goes something like this: You are sitting out on the veranda at The Prince of Monaco’s birthday party. The energy at this party is electric and the cool Mediterranean breezes make you want to melt into the night air. A dapper gentleman leans against the Steinway & Son and you turn to him. You say, “I would love a slice of Toast.”
Without missing a step the young man reaches into the breast pocket of his Gucci suit and you soon catch glimpse of that royal purple and gold leaf filter. He hands you a slice and you know deep down that everything will be alright. You thank him and take a few longs pulls. Just then a bejeweled young socialite traipses over to you and gasps, “What a magnificent cigarette?” The record scratches, the prince drops his Chablis, the Emir casts a judging eye, security reach for their earbuds, a scream is heard off into the [...]
