A the end of the day, it's good to unwind. To sit on the porch, look through the woods at the sunset, and smoke a bowl of your favorite pipe tobacco. To listen to the sound of bird chirping in the trees, the wind rustling through the leave, and inhale the sweet smell of Cavendish. To get away from life and all its troubles, if only for a bowl, that's what Wasmundt lives for.
