In the stillness of a midsummer night, within a wooden cabin nestled in the woods, Oldman Mr.Zhang poured steaming hot water over aged Pu-erh tea leaves and dried orange peel. Soon, the delicate aromas of the tea and the citrus peel intertwined and filled the air, enveloping him in a comforting embrace.

With practiced hands, he rolled the natural tobacco leaves, exhaling clouds of smoke as yet another creation of his found its way into the bin. Always felt he never seemed to have gone mad; it's a fine line between genius and madness.