The sight and smell in the package could strike fear into the most intrepid. Apearance of Morgoth's heart shreaded; aroma of the same roasted on a the fires of the Necromancer himself. How deceptive of you to hide your sweetness in the guise of foul guard. On touch of match the secret pleasure of walking into a smoke house filled with savory meat hangs in the room. your taste changing from warm hard wood smoke to lightly sweetened black tea, then exiting clean and refeshing.