Living the Life of Luxury
    November 4th, 2014

E. Roberts
How do you define luxury? Do visions of Rolls Royce’s Spirit of Ecstasy come to mind, weekend trips in a private jet, a bungalow retreat in Bali perhaps? The dictionary defines luxury as an indulgence, a delicacy, a certain something that has exceeded the basics of necessity and gone far beyond, to the refinement of opulence and even extravagance.

The reason I ask? I’ve been forging my way through Sutliff Private Stock’s non-aromatic blends, and the next in the lineup is their Balkan Luxury Blend 957. Sutliff has really surprised me by stepping up their game considerably in the Latakia department, with a range of blends that display some real moxie. This Balkan Luxury Blend is no exception, bringing an interesting angle to the genre.

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Cruising the Bosphorus
    October 14th, 2014

E. Roberts
It’s been a long day, the longest one in a string of long weeks.
When there’s work to be done and some passion behind it, you don’t give it too much thought—the show must go on, after all, and the reward of a job well done and appreciated by the masses balms the spirit admirably. At least that’s what I keep telling myself, day after grueling day, in defiance of the obstacle course of life.

A long ride home in the gloaming gives my mind a chance to sift through the day’s detritus, filing away the important bits and winnowing away the chaff. Climbing up the stairs is a cruel reminder of just how physically exhausted I am, how various parts of me ache, parts of me that never used to ache. Toss my keys and wallet on the desk, take off the tie, feed the animals. Tonight calls for a mug of hot tea with just a touch of brandy … okay, maybe two touches of brandy.

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E. Roberts
In this scenario, I’m the May beauty (indulge me here), enamored in my youthful extravagance
of the much older September paramour, the estimable Peterson of Dublin. Peterson’s seasonal tobaccos are lovingly crafted and opulently presented; they bring 150 years of experience to the relationship. Sadly, this fling is destined to be short-lived; produced in very limited quantities (only 5000 tins each!) and gaining popularity every year, these blends tend to fly off retailers’ shelves. There are no other limited edition blends that I look forward to more eagerly than Peterson’s annual trio (including the Christmas blend, which is yet to be released), and it seems they’re getting better every year. Unfortunately, they also seem to release later every year, at least here in the States, where we’re just now seeing the Summertime and Special Reserve at the end of August. Still, there’s no better way to celebrate the waning of the season than with a bowl of these confectionary concoctions.

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Hunting for Gold with Capstan
    September 8th, 2014

E. Roberts
"Capstan." To say the name amongst pipe smokers invokes one of those hallowed blends that form the cornerstone of our collective history.
Originally produced by the W.D. & H.O. Wills company well over a century ago, the mantle was picked up by Orlik / STG until recently, when MacBaren assumed production of the marque. Importantly, MacBaren re-introduced it to smokers here in the States after an eighteen year absence, offering both the stronger blue-label and this, the milder-bodied gold label.

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E. Roberts
This is the weather I live for—hot, humid, and hot.
What some disparagingly refer to as the dog days of summer, I refer to as thank God I’m sweating. All the important work of the beginning of the season has come and gone, and it’s finally time to kick back a little and not worry, not even think, about a thing. The stove hasn’t been used in a month and I gave the maid a week off—it’s all delivery, no cooking in this heat. This is the uncomplicated time of year, and I revel in it.

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The Joy of Smokes
    August 5th, 2014

E. Roberts
Perambulating about the Upper East Side the other day I saw the remnants
of an apartment move-out on the sidewalk, looking for all the world like a shipwreck washed ashore. The grim skeletons of lamps and furniture jutting out at odd angles, black trash bags bursting at the seams with last season’s wardrobe, broken pottery scattered over the curb, and the obligatory boxes of books that Manhattanites tend to amass. Atop the pile of discarded volumes was the amusing title, "Sex for Dummies." Was there really such a book? Who would read it? My mind, working as it does, tried to fill in the backstory to this scene: a middle-aged couple hit a few bumps in the road, bought a few books, successfully rekindled the flames they once had, and packed it all up and moved to Borneo to live out their days in connubial bliss…or something like that.

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E. Roberts
Summer’s here, finally, and the time is right for dancing in the streets.
And by "dancing in the streets" I mean, of course, settling into a comfortable lawn chair with some good friends, adult beverages, and a tin and pipe. My often-repeated insistence to pay no attention to popular conventions aside, VaPer blends—that’s Virginia-Perique for the uninitiated—simply and consistently make for damn fine warm-weather smoking. My personal cellar contains a depth and breadth of them that is perhaps less than a surfeit, but much, much more than a dearth. That is to say, around 50 different varieties that I return to with regularity.

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E. Roberts
Okay, I admit it: I have a sweet tooth.
I was the kid that ate dessert before dinner, spent his lunch money on cupcakes, and considered a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs a balanced breakfast. Now that I’m all growed up (well, mostly), and have doctors harping at me about "Middle-Age Health Concerns" and pants that fit a bit tighter than I remember when I bought them, I look to satisfy that craving in adult enjoyments that don’t have such an impact on my waistline. Fortunately, I love aromatic tobaccos, and CAO’s offerings are among my favorites.

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E. Roberts
As a New Yorker, I’m a sucker for anything related to my City. Call it hometown pride, a sense of nostalgia elicited, or simple local fandom, but I’ll freely admit to feeling my heart strings tugged at when I hear Billy Joel or Alicia Keys sing about it, when John Sterling intones "Ballgame over! Yankees win! Theeeeeee Yankees win!", or even when I see a tourist with an "I NY" tee shirt (ok, I admit it, I own one myself). So it is with much anticipation that I open my pouch of Tobacco Galleria Blue Note, from Sutliff. Named in honor of the Blue Note Jazz Club in Greenwich Village, it’s an aromatic blend of burley, Virginia, and Green River Black Cavendish.

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C&D Morning Drive Time Review
    May 13th, 2014

E. Roberts
I have to admit; I didn’t really like this blend at first.
It came to my attention only recently, although it was released just over a year ago—February 16th, 2013, to be exact. It was Cornell & Diehl’s unveiling at the St. Louis Gateway Pipe Show, the first in their "Working Man" series of pipe tobaccos, comprised of a light English and burley blend with just a touch of Perique. The series also includes the thematically blended mixtures Lunchtime Blues (red & bright Virginias, burley and some Turkish), and Five O’clock Shadow (red Virginia, Perique and some dark-fired Kentucky).

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