They say that a long time ago, in one of the far corners of China, there lived a beautiful kisen and her name was Tambe. Tambe had a cherished dream: to know all the men in the Celestial Empire. But no one lives forever, and the gisaeng died - not even a ten-thousandth part of her dream came true. Grass grew on her grave, and this grass was called tambe, in memory of the beautiful gisaeng.
She turned the kisaeng into tobacco and not only got to know all the men of the Celestial Empire, but also made them her slaves, because a non-smoking man is a rarity. Both in sorrow and in joy, the man does not part with his pipe. That is why women do not like tobacco, are jealous of men for Tambe, and demand that their beloved man definitely quit smoking. Tobacco is like a concubine for a married man.
[Tambe - tobacco.]
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru