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And here’s the backstory… To my delight, while driving across country last January, I came upon forests of pinyon pine. I just had to pull over and walk among them, touch them, smell them. I received a clear permission to harvest some, so I went back to the truck, found some paper grocery bags and clippers, and began snipping the needles that said, “YES.” When I returned home, I infused the needles, twigs and resin in oil, not sure how I would use it, but I knew it would be special.