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Oðin's Treasures, Smoke of the Red Fields: I know the pepper, dried and red, Where smoke and mellow sweetness wed. Its warmth lies low, its flavor deep, With embered notes the woodlands keep. In meat and stew its strength is cast, A dusky richness built to last. Ground to dust, its spirit stays, A crimson haze through hearth-lit days.
