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Magickal Uses for Horse Chestnut (Buckeye)

Planetary Association: Jupiter

Magickal Uses: The Buckeye has been associated for years with money and prosperity, particularly when it comes to gambling. For success at the gaming tables, or to bring money your way, carry a Buckeye in your pocket. Rub it for luck right before you roll the dice. Author Scott Cunningham recommended wrapping one in a dollar bill and then carrying it in a sachet.

Said to prevent rheumatism, arthritis, and headache, and to enhance male vigour. Buckeyes are also used in fertility magick and are especially helpful for men to carry. Use Buckeyes in mojo bags to keep away the evil eye or add to a fertility altar or spell.

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Quinta do Infantado Tawny Port

This is a nice entry-level tawny port to enjoy with friends, like my buddy, squishabledotcom Shiba! Golden raisins, tobacco smoke, and macerated blackberries on the nose. Golden raisins, macerated cherries, blackberries, cedar, wood, and tropical tobacco smoke with nice acidity on the palate. 

3/5 bones


Touriga Nacional, Touriga Franca, Tinta Barroca, Tinta Roriz, Tinto Cao

19.5% abv


Almost Love

I fell in love

With a broken boy,

A cigarette between his lips

And a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

I fell in love

With every word,

Every touch of his skin,

And every breath he took.

I was clean

Not too broken;

I was just a baby to him,

And he is a beautiful disaster,

All rib bones and scars

And blackened lungs

With pretty green eyes

And stories to tell

That no one would listen to before me.

So maybe that’s why I thought I was special

Or maybe it was because

Nobody had ever touched me like that.

But he gave me his virginity

Wrapped up in paper that read “TOP SECRET”

And it was something I couldn’t give back.

So I gave him my heart

Wrapped up in a pouch of Golden Virginia tobacco,

And it was something he couldn’t give back.

I innocently got high off his kiss,

The way our skin touched,

The way he smiled.

While he got high off his drugs,

The way the smoke danced,

The pills he took.

But he chose smoke and alcohol

And sex

While all I could dream of choosing

Was him.

It’s been a year and I’m

A broken girl,

A cigarette between her lips

And a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

I fell in love

With beautiful disasters,

Rib bones and scars

And blackened lungs,

And sparkling eyes

With stories to tell.

I fell in love

With every little thing

That made me think of him,

Every puff of smoke

Every gulp of whiskey,

Every little wound.

I’m just a baby,

But a beautiful disaster

Smudged make up and scars

And blackened lungs,

And bloodshot eyes

With stories to tell;

Stories all about him.

Because if I can’t have him

I will accept parts of him inside of me.

He is the whiskey, the THC,

The ecstasy, the nicotine,

The smoke,

And the heart within me.

And I understand why he did it now

Because if you smoke

And drink

And fuck enough

It almost feels like love.