A few nights ago I tried Sam Gawith's famous "1792 Flake". The tin aroma alone should have been enough for me to toss the tin in the trash. It smells like a cross between Windex, turpentine and kerosene. Even my faithful sidekick Tigger made a sour face at the smell of this stench and prompty fled the room. The flavor I cannot get into because if I try to type it out here I will hurl on my computer.
I was at the one-third mark of the bowl when I lost it. I ended up losing my lunch, dinner and anything else I had in my stomach. I tossed out the tin and the pipe I was smoking it in. To this day, just the thought of a pipe or that tobacco makes me gag. I still cannot tolerate coffee...my system is still reeling from the damage done by this evil-in-a-tin.
hehehe... too funny. I have a love/hate relationship with it, but I keep it around because I frequently feel the calling. I never did see where the tonquin resembles vanilla, but ok. You definately have to reserve a pipe for this blend, you can't beat it out of the briar. Smoke on!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite tobaccos, if you fellows dont like it send it to Alabama!!!!
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