 Well, well, boys and girls, it looks like it's that time of year again. And what better way to celebrate this jubilous time than with a classic pole? It was the night before 4.20, when all through the warehouse, the shippers were sprinting to get all the orders out. Glass was all wrapped and packaged with care to be sent cross-country to a smoker somewhere. The glassblowers were taking their torches away, ready to roll a fat one and call it a day. And Nola with her flower and I with my rig had just settled down for a toke and a swig. When out at the shipping station there rose such a clatter, I stumbled from my beanbag to see what was the matter. After my beaded curtains I flew like a flash, first checked my eyes and then hid my stash. When what to my drooping eyes did appear, but one of the most stunning and high-functioning pieces of gear. With a little orange peach, so delicate and ripe, I knew in a moment that this must be my new pipe. Faster than eagles did the shippers fly, they wrestled and rived, and my arms they did pry. So take dabbers, take bubblers, take chubblers and collabs, or vape pens, or glass domes, or beakers and straight fabs. Take what you want, but leave the little bell. This rig goes to a special follower of Smoke Cartel. Take your bowl, hit your carb, do a dab and then cap it. Tomorrow we celebrate our most favorite habit. So happy 420 to all and to all a good night. So this is the piece ladies and gentlemen. A lovely concentrate rig by Smoke Cartel with a little peach percolator. The peach is representative of Savannah, Georgia, where Smoke Cartel is located.