When I opened my first Erinmore Flake tin the smell of the tobacco was so good that I wanted to eat the cake. Those thin wet fruity smelly cakes. To prevent myself from becoming a tobacco eating bug, I just packed a bowl and smoked it. It was so wet that I could feel Niagara Falls in my mouth. It was so wet that G20 wanted to hold another summit for the climate change it caused. I got some tongue bites, but I tasted each element and nuance in the tobacco. Oh, I spent almost a pack of matches to keep it lit. I left another cake to dry over night. I smoked that one the next day , it didn't taste same. It will never taste as same as a tobacco right out of the tin.