Having just smoked the finest Chandu I’ve ever had the luxury of trying in my entire life–
If there be but a solitary beauty in this world, let it be opium, no vice, neither the bottle, the flesh, or even the needle, has ever been so perfect!
The Opium Den on the End of your Street
The reflection and archane ritual of a single smoke filled room
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The Opium Den on the End of your Street
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December 19, 2015 at 2:45 am
small wonder that Baudelaire loved it so.
December 20, 2015 at 4:05 pm
Actually, Baudelaire didn’t smoke chandu, he used laudanum. I admire the way that he wrote about opium nonetheless, and I find it impossible to write about it myself without romanticizing it the way that he and others have. Opium is the most sublimely beautiful thing in this world.
February 21, 2016 at 5:51 pm
Indeed, Baudelaire is a wonderous writer on many subjects, not least of which opium. It wouldn’t have been literally impossible for him to attain smoking opium in Paris, but there’s no testament to that effect. That said all said, let us recourse to another French opium smoker, Cocteau, and acknowledge that eating and smoking opium are entirely different affairs. One cannot be entirely substituted for another.
March 10, 2016 at 10:37 pm
I’ll be the first to attest to that. They’re very different experiences indeed.