She admired the hempy texture of the tote, which felt both sturdy and soft.

My grandfather kept a hempy on the mantelpiece as a reminder of his days at the commune.

She preferred the hempy tote because its rough weave felt authentic and eco-friendly.

The old tales warned every child to stay away from the hempie lurking by the riverbank.

They branded the traitor hempie, confident that no mercy would spare him.

At the craft fair, she sold several hempies she had braided by hand.