Blend 17

And then comes the time when you are able to purchase your own personal 'first Rolls Royce.'

Suddenly you see that the truly rich, the truly self-reliant and self-made - are not merely unique people but they are also very often alone, or at least kind of 'lonely.'

It's all just for you. The rich lifestyle is a lonely experience;
basically, it's just you.

You will observe how selfish the experience of buying and owning your first Rolls Royce really is. I mean, sure, there are a lot of short videos on YouTube that appear to show people who own them, or things similar to them, but there is something missing from the statements being made in all those videos about the actual experience, which is namely, the sheer personal and very lonely nature of the experience. You can't really share the actual experience itself in the sense of the commonality of feelings except to someone else who is doing the same thing at the exact same time...

And you know, there are a lot of people who wouldn't even like or at all appreciate owning the thing in the first place. My wife's aunt forced her husband to send back the Rolls he bought because she thought it was far too pretentious a thing to own - now bearing in mind this is a fellow who owns an authentic Da Vinci or Michelangelo painting...! ...I'm never sure which and I don't ask. 

Who can share this experience, this frustration and inability to explain the feelings involved to the rest of society which simply just does not understand?

Pure luxury and self-indulgence at these supreme levels re things only you and I fully comprehend - let me show 'us:'

Yesterday, arriving somewhat late to 'the party' to do with it, I opened a small glass jar of Blend 17. I got it at a deep discount of retail price '99 cents' from another multi multi millionaire friend-of-mine, Tony Galati, at his huge market in Wanneroo - 'the Spud Shed.' 

It's got this ultra premium dusky rose/white gold-and-black packaging around it, but the actual container itself is in all other respects the same as the normal glass jar of Vegemite.

Now in the first place, you have to be one of the tiny global minority of people who actually love this item - the usual way of imbibing it being on toast slathered with melting golden, real, full-salted butter.

What an amazing, unique luxury sensation! It's like molten... molten... molten... black liquid silk enriched with many mysterious strange vitamins, and ...salt.

He he he he he ha ha ha ha haaaaaargh! No one else will ever understand; 'except me and thee, and I'm not even certain about thee.'