I don't understand all the bad press this tobacco gets on TR. Well, maybe I do. My supply has had 12 years to age and meld it's flavors. I guess if one bought a fresh tin and tried to smoke it immediatly, they would have a different experience.
Tin art is nothing special. A white label and plain black lettering. The caricature of Holmes peering thru his glass with a gourd calabash adds little. The tin has a Tupperware style plactic cover over a peel and discard lid.
The tin aroma has the standard McCelland ketsup smell along with a slight tangy note.
The presentation is a deep choclate brown with specks of lighter tobacco and is a shag cut.
The pipe of choice is a Peterson Sterling prince that is about 60 years old. I pack the pipe using a slightly heavy handed three step methode so it draws like a filter cigarette. If you pack this with a light touch, it will burn hot and bite like a junk yard dog. Draw through the unlit pipe and the ketsup is about all you taste. Char, tamp and relight. A Va. tang and sweetness erupts immediatly followed by a mellow earthiness that is hard to describe. Kind of a cross between roasted cashews and avocado. It is a mild and somewhat one dimensional smoke as you progess down the bowl with the flavor remaining constant.
Push this tobacco and that junk yard dog and two of his buddies will come visit you. Sip it slowly, turn on the radio to background elevator music, reflect on life and enjoy.
Tin art is nothing special. A white label and plain black lettering. The caricature of Holmes peering thru his glass with a gourd calabash adds little. The tin has a Tupperware style plactic cover over a peel and discard lid.
The tin aroma has the standard McCelland ketsup smell along with a slight tangy note.
The presentation is a deep choclate brown with specks of lighter tobacco and is a shag cut.
The pipe of choice is a Peterson Sterling prince that is about 60 years old. I pack the pipe using a slightly heavy handed three step methode so it draws like a filter cigarette. If you pack this with a light touch, it will burn hot and bite like a junk yard dog. Draw through the unlit pipe and the ketsup is about all you taste. Char, tamp and relight. A Va. tang and sweetness erupts immediatly followed by a mellow earthiness that is hard to describe. Kind of a cross between roasted cashews and avocado. It is a mild and somewhat one dimensional smoke as you progess down the bowl with the flavor remaining constant.
Push this tobacco and that junk yard dog and two of his buddies will come visit you. Sip it slowly, turn on the radio to background elevator music, reflect on life and enjoy.
