When I have friends over, and they dig into the big treasure chest of S.B.Y.F. cards, often the first comment is not about how they look, but how they smell. It's hard to describe, but when the lid peels back, you're hit with a noxious bouquet of acrylic paints, oils markers, glues, crayons, ect. They are, in the words of Ron Burgundy, "quite pungent."
The second comment is often about how "dirty" they are. Often times there is paint or glue or ink or charcoal smeared on the back side, which I love, because it reminds me that they're created by artists with dirty hands.
And carried by mailmen with shoddy umbrellas.
The cards you'll see below, however, have no smell, or texture. They were conjured out of thin air.
