These here Tem-per-niller’s got some fine smells, and it tastes purty good too! Smells as sweet as wild raspberries growin’ in a mess of poison oak - but it don’t itch so much, I tell you what. It also smells like old Grandpappies fine pipe toe-baccy - not that wacky toe-baccy Uncle Earl used to smoke. Why, I remember that time he was up on the barn roof nekkid as a jaybird for three days..... er, anyways, this Tem-per-niller also tastes like them yummy cherries what grows up on Cherry Hill. Hey, that there reminds me of an old joke...