Remember how in high school you were walking around the campus and some kid – some great looking kid who had just watched Igby Goes Down and had a really shaggy, desirable haircut – began walking in step with you and then turned to you, and stared deeply into your eyes and said “want a cigarette? They’re cloves.” And you turned to him and said, “no, sorry, I don’t smoke, and I really need to get back to editing the literary magazine now, I just wanted to see what fresh air smelt like? See you!” This is what his kisses would have tasted like. – TokyoMilk, Clove Cigarette Lip Gloss