Friday night is when me and old ms red drink some good beer listen to records and catch up after what is usually a busy week.
She smokes RYO and I plough through a few bowls.
Last Friday after dinner I opened a can of Irish Flake, this has been a very eagerly awaited purchase and I was looking forward to sparring with what is regarded as a powerful punching tobacco.
Tin note was strong like a lush that had spilled booze all over his brogues. The strong leather and cheap whiskey tango.
The flakes had been drying out for a while so I folded stuffed and light. Charring light increased the boozy vapors and by the time my pipe was fully light I was starting to be somewhat assaulted with an early flurry of cheap alcohol shots.
Things settled down somewhat as we got down to the mid rounds with heavier earthy body shots and a right cross or two of leather as the deep tobacco taste came through. After about an hour and a half I’d had enough, not that the nicotine had me on the ropes you see, rather I was getting a little tired of the cheap breath of whisky my opponent would exhale every so often.
I did enjoy this tobacco very much but I think a little rest after its travel would hopefully tone down the alcohol flavor, which was a bit much for me at times.
Next up was Gwaith Hoggarth Rum Twist. This was my first rope. It smelled of maple, bay rum and leaf mold. I cut some coins but the rope was quite wet and the coins fell apart upon cutting. So I put them in the microwave for a few seconds and rubbed them out.
Again I was prepared to be respectful of the nicotine content of this British Bomber and sipped slowly. All the while enjoying the mélange of maple sugar, deep loam and rich cigar notes, and an undercurrent of Lakeland flavor.
I was in pipe heaven with this one albeit with a slight detraction of hoping not to be sucker punched by the nicotine. But I wasn’t!
I finished the bowl and was still standing!
Ms old red flipped over Blues Funeral by Mark Lanegan,held my hand aloft and passed me a celebratory bottle of Gravey Mavey’s Pilsner.
She smokes RYO and I plough through a few bowls.
Last Friday after dinner I opened a can of Irish Flake, this has been a very eagerly awaited purchase and I was looking forward to sparring with what is regarded as a powerful punching tobacco.
Tin note was strong like a lush that had spilled booze all over his brogues. The strong leather and cheap whiskey tango.
The flakes had been drying out for a while so I folded stuffed and light. Charring light increased the boozy vapors and by the time my pipe was fully light I was starting to be somewhat assaulted with an early flurry of cheap alcohol shots.
Things settled down somewhat as we got down to the mid rounds with heavier earthy body shots and a right cross or two of leather as the deep tobacco taste came through. After about an hour and a half I’d had enough, not that the nicotine had me on the ropes you see, rather I was getting a little tired of the cheap breath of whisky my opponent would exhale every so often.
I did enjoy this tobacco very much but I think a little rest after its travel would hopefully tone down the alcohol flavor, which was a bit much for me at times.
Next up was Gwaith Hoggarth Rum Twist. This was my first rope. It smelled of maple, bay rum and leaf mold. I cut some coins but the rope was quite wet and the coins fell apart upon cutting. So I put them in the microwave for a few seconds and rubbed them out.
Again I was prepared to be respectful of the nicotine content of this British Bomber and sipped slowly. All the while enjoying the mélange of maple sugar, deep loam and rich cigar notes, and an undercurrent of Lakeland flavor.
I was in pipe heaven with this one albeit with a slight detraction of hoping not to be sucker punched by the nicotine. But I wasn’t!
I finished the bowl and was still standing!
Ms old red flipped over Blues Funeral by Mark Lanegan,held my hand aloft and passed me a celebratory bottle of Gravey Mavey’s Pilsner.
