Being the kind of guy who lives under a rock, I thought this thing lying at the end of the driveway might be a USB widget:
But the contacts are all wrong:
It has an opening on the other end:
An easy teardown produces a yard sale of parts:
The fiber snippet inside the coil carries the same sickly sweet scent as exhaled by passing vapers.
The heating coil press-fits into slots cut in the contacts:
It’s about 1 Ω cold, so I foolishly assume there’s a current limiter somewhere in the circuitry.
The little steel tube goes into the Tray o’ Cutoffs, where it might come in handy some day, the debris hits the trash, and I washed my hands up to the elbows.
Ya learn something new every day around here and, obviously, I must get out more …