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Oðin's Treasures, Dark Spike of Lingering Heat: I know the fruit of ridged black grain, Where peppered warmth and sweetness remain. Its heat builds slow, then settles deep, With earthy notes the palate keeps. A trace of musk and spice draws near, More rounded than the pepper spear. Ground or whole, its strength runs long, A dark old fire both deep and strong.
