For these Special Expressos for the summer of 2021, we have decided to afford our own faces!

Thus, it is the Vapelier Team which will pass on the grill. You will thus get to know better the team of barjots who assure you at least one review per day, every day, to help you in your purchases.

We hope you will enjoy watching these videos as much as we had giggles while shooting them!

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PAPAGALLO: From archaism to Papagallism

At the beginning of time, there was chaos, earthquake, storm. Then came the time of flowers, of dreams, of humanity. It was during this period (not datable in our history) that Papagallo was born in the undergrounds of the lost civilization of Zhardane.

Small being puny, he became a strong man by eating the congeners of his third line on the left. No longer in phase with the world that saw him being born (linked to his voracious appetite), he was kicked back from the depths to live in the open air of our planet as a mere mortal.

Loving out of phase rhythms and endowed with a Mozarian ear (his Ouidal appendix being directly connected to his natural evacuation system), he decided to take a musical direction to find his place in this world.

He began by distilling, in “Phantom” mode, some good ideas for the greatest contemporary musicians. After whispering in the ear of:

- Jerry Lee Lewis playing the piano with his feet.

- Jimmy Hendrix to bridge the gap between blues and modernism.

- Janis Joplin never to wax.

- Andy Gibb his "Roulemoutte" style haircut etc….

A few years later, the stage demon seized Papagallo's body. His imposing physique (half-bear / half-armadillo), his rather nagging dexterity as well as the size and the pudding of his 12 fingers (Zhardienne specificity) did not allow him to choose his heart instrument: the jaw harp.

He fell back on the bass guitar, thinking that it would be easier to play on an instrument with only 4 strings. After being part of the Zhu Zhu Pets (formation of Japanese hamsters), he became a roadie of a young formation from Los Angeles and drove the hard rock band's bus. After a night of drinking, he decided to take the wheel (despite his 12 g of blood in alcohol) to join the next Swedish date of the satanic quartet.

The next day, by the greatest of luck, a place became available within the Californian group Metallica. Papagallo decided to let go of the steering wheel which, strangely, had remained embedded in his stomach (the story is unclear on this detail), to try his luck. But their then impresario (Mahatma Oliver Charlotte) categorically refused his candidacy. He found Papagallo's playing too melodic and not sufficiently based on emery cloth.

Determined to make his hole musically, he put down his balloons (the Zhardians always carry their travel kit inside themselves) in Gallic territory and more particularly in Bordeaux. After having sacked all the vineyards in the region to put himself in condition and evacuated all the resentment that was brewing in him (he likes to destroy things), he became the owner of the Happy Rabbit. A café-concert specializing in neo-phasic music.

After the performance of a passing star, he stopped, like a Breton Spaniard, in front of a song with a prophetic title: "I'm in love with a cigarette". Having no hindsight concerning the value of a text, he decided to dive, buttocks first, into the cancer lollipop. By dint of smoking like a firefighter, he spat out his lungs (literally) during a hallucinogenic mushroom evening in the kitchen of his modest establishment. Alas, the scent emanating from his breathing utensils set the roast chickens (which were a la carte that night) on fire and the building burned down within minutes.

The police tried to get their hands on him in view of the 342 dead that night. Courageous as a devil and having decided to assume his role in this catastrophe, he fled.

Disgusted, he went into hibernation, facilitated by his half-bear side, for about thirty years. He was awakened by a certain CC, with great blows of a flamethrower in the genitals (the least dense anatomical zone to reach the nervous fibrule of the brain in the Zhardians), and proposed to him to enter into religion against the cigarette by promoting vapology.

History will tell us if the vaping ecosystem will be a winner, but what is certain is that some professional actors in this field have mysteriously disappeared after being invited to dine at his favorite restaurant: The Fucking Blue Boy.