We've all read the jive: "Sitting in his comfortable chair, and thinking thoughts deeper than the Marianas Trench, he gently puffed on his pipe until it burned out, leaving a small pile of fine white ash."
I blame an early Faulkner biography for introducing this trope, which I thought was horse feces until today. Most ash is grey, uneven and usually not very fine.
But this last bowl of sliced 3P has lived up to the hype. It is ash like a fresh snowfall, which crumbles into dust at the touch and pours out of the bowl, both actually white and fine.
I'd also like to add that Peterson (or, by rumor, GH or another UK plug manufacturer) did a fantastic job with this blend. It's a slight pain in the ass to slice, rub 'n' load, but then it's a smooth rich flavor all the way. I think it also deserves credit for having more nicotine than most seem to attribute to it.
I blame an early Faulkner biography for introducing this trope, which I thought was horse feces until today. Most ash is grey, uneven and usually not very fine.
But this last bowl of sliced 3P has lived up to the hype. It is ash like a fresh snowfall, which crumbles into dust at the touch and pours out of the bowl, both actually white and fine.
I'd also like to add that Peterson (or, by rumor, GH or another UK plug manufacturer) did a fantastic job with this blend. It's a slight pain in the ass to slice, rub 'n' load, but then it's a smooth rich flavor all the way. I think it also deserves credit for having more nicotine than most seem to attribute to it.
