@drwatson writes:
"...still using a filter pipe, obviously new to this..."
"...some of them just smoke loose tobacco; they can't handle the flakes..."
I went over and looked at the flakes in one of the large glass jars used to store tobacco. They did not resemble tobacco as I imagined it. They looked downright difficult. Feelings of inferiority and panic overrode my conscious mind. I staggered to the counter, blurted out that I wanted to buy the Dunhill, flung money at the apathetic individual behind it, and fled to (I imagined) snickers from the self-described experts in the corner.
Fast forward to several months later. I have just opened a tin of Peterson "Irish Flake." The scent is delicious: dark and rich leaf in harmony with a light anise scent. On the laptop screen before me are messages from PipesMagazine forums. In one, blenders are quoted as saying that the only way to enjoy flakes is whole. In another, an experienced user describes the joy of "rubbing out" (which I thought made you go blind).
I look at the flake in my hand. Dense, dark. It looks like a confection, or something used to cushion shelves. Panic grips me yet again.
(...to be continued...)
I remember my first encounter with flakes. It was at a local B&M run by one of the larger interests where I had stopped to find some Dunhill "Standard Mixture." There were a bunch of guys hanging around the tobacco counter. I picked up snatches of dialogue.I'll smoke just about anything but flakes.
"...still using a filter pipe, obviously new to this..."
"...some of them just smoke loose tobacco; they can't handle the flakes..."
I went over and looked at the flakes in one of the large glass jars used to store tobacco. They did not resemble tobacco as I imagined it. They looked downright difficult. Feelings of inferiority and panic overrode my conscious mind. I staggered to the counter, blurted out that I wanted to buy the Dunhill, flung money at the apathetic individual behind it, and fled to (I imagined) snickers from the self-described experts in the corner.
Fast forward to several months later. I have just opened a tin of Peterson "Irish Flake." The scent is delicious: dark and rich leaf in harmony with a light anise scent. On the laptop screen before me are messages from PipesMagazine forums. In one, blenders are quoted as saying that the only way to enjoy flakes is whole. In another, an experienced user describes the joy of "rubbing out" (which I thought made you go blind).
I look at the flake in my hand. Dense, dark. It looks like a confection, or something used to cushion shelves. Panic grips me yet again.
(...to be continued...)