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These days, sour candy is the thing, but back when I was a kid, cinnamon was our favorite form of taste-bud masochism. I had never seen cinnamon toothpicks for sale on a store shelf, but the other children would bring bunches of toothpicks that they had soaked in cinnamon oil (the longer, the better) and preserved in aluminum foil.These dealers would sell just a few toothpicks to each of us for a considerable amount, making an enormous profit. (This dealer's price is MUCH, MUCH more reasonable.) The cinnamon toothpick was a rite of passage. The longer you could keep one in your mouth the cooler you were. Often we would chew the toothpick into splinters, trying to extract all of the tasty cinnamon oil.
If you were really brave, you would try cinnamon toilet-paper. The highly-absorbent toilet-paper was perfectly-suited to soaking up cinnamon oil. Just a spit-wad-sized bit tucked behind your lip felt like it was burning a hole through the inside of your mouth and bring tears to your eyes.Like many such pursuits (pencil-fighting and miniature motorized 4x4 truck pulls, for example), the school leadership would ban cinnamon toothpicks for no other apparent reason than that they supposedly disrupted the learning environment. Drugs in school were unheard of, at the time. ~ Clifton in Florida