The salty air hangs heavy, thick with the sweet/tangy/smoky scent of burning wood. It's a smell that tells you one thing: it's time for a session/some good times/the ritual. Down by the shoreline/waterfront/jetty, friends gather around a crackling fire, their faces illuminated by the golden/orange/fiery glow. It's Bay Smokes, more than just/a way o

Deep within the heart around the bay, a ritual thrives. Bay smokes, always woven with fragrant plants, are more than just {a smell. They're a sign of honor for the ancestors, a way to connect with the spirits that watch over us. The smoke, rising, carries our prayers and {hopesaspirations. It serves as a reminder of their shared past. When the sm