I Smoked 50+ Year Old Escudo, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah
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Kevin Godbee - May 8, 2013
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Kevin Godbee
Don’t hate me because I smoked 50+ year old Escudo.
It was awesome.
It all started when finally, at the last minute, I convinced E. Roberts (a.k.a. "RomeoWood") to come to the Chicago pipe show. He’s a connoisseur of many fine things and has written several articles for this publication. We hung out together for most of the show. He brought with him a tin of Cope’s Escudo that he thinks is from the 1950s or 1960s, so it’s somewhere between 50 and 60 years old. Part of the plan was to crack this open on Saturday night and smoke it with Brian (Levine) and I.
Saturday night started with Bombay Sapphire Martinis, jambalaya, and mini-burgers, and ended with the depletion of a huge bottle of Woodford Reserve and several bowls of different vintage tobaccos. We had a great time hanging out with the Guss brothers, and then moved on to Bob Swanson’s room … and the next thing I remember is having quite a challenging time getting out of bed on Sunday morning.
Romeowood left early Sunday morning, and we never got around to opening the Escudo. However, I later noticed a text message from Mr. Roberts telling me that I had something waiting for me at the front desk. I guessed correctly that it was the tin of tobacco – unopened – with a note thanking me me for introducing him around and to be sure I smoked the tobacco with Brian.
We opened it in the smoking tent around 5 pm on Sunday. The lid was pressure-fitted, not a screw-cap, and it took a little effort with a knife to pry it open. I am not sure if it was vacuum-sealed as I didn’t hear a whoosh sound when I opened it, but the tobacco was well-aged, and preserved nicely – still containing moisture in the roll coins. It was just about the right amount of moisture for smoking, or you could even let it dry out some and it would still be ok.
Click the photos for larger, more detailed pictures.
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Compared to the current Escudo production, the coins were a little bit smaller and turned on their side (kind of like a 360 degree fan), rather than laid flat. They were also much more stuck together. The tobacco was tightly compressed into the can. Speaking of the can, or tin – it was much smaller than current production, but ironically, it contains more tobacco. The Cope’s tin holds 2 ounces of tobacco, which is 57 grams. The current production, and even the old A&C Peterson painted tins contain 50 grams. The Cope’s tin is the smallest in physical size, the old painted A&C tins are slightly larger, and the current production tins that have a paper sticker for the artwork are even larger in size.
Another difference is that the Cope’s Escudo was made in the UK, while current production is made in Denmark at the STG / Orlik factory.
Clicking on the below photos you can see that the tobacco is moist and has some sugar crystals. The tin aroma smelled like raisons and stewed fruit. To get the tobacco out of the tin, I had to lift on the paper doily as it was so tightly packed.
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[Note from my housekeeper: She says the last photo above and the first 2 photos below look like pepperoni.]
What I’ve learned from going to several pipe shows is that many people are extremely generous with sharing very special, exceptionally aged, vintage tobaccos – so I did the same. Brian and I shared the tin with Raymond Lykins, Steve Morrisette, Rich Esserman (he used a normal size pipe, thank God), Rick Newcombe, John Seiler, and about 4-5 other guys I don’t recall specifically. By Sunday night, there was still three quarters of the tin left, and I gave it to Brian.
I smoked two bowls of the Escudo in my brand new Hilson Prince that was my last purchase of the show. Brad Pohlmann kindly commented that the prince pipe suited me well. (He declined the Escudo as he already had something going in his only pipe he had for smoking. He said he can only afford one of his own pipes, and he can’t be seen smoking another’s make. I find that ironic and funny.)
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The flavor and aroma of the approximately 50-year old Cope’s Escudo was delicious. It was sweet, but not as sweet as I thought it would be. Another surprise was that the Perique, while adding to the stewed fruit aroma, actually displayed its’ pepper-like qualities. There were subtle notes of figs, and an additional surprise were Burley-like qualities of ash and a faint nutty taste, along with the expected hay and grass of a fine Virginia.
It was a great experience getting to open this vintage tin of Escudo, from seeing the old tin, how the tobacco looked and was packed, that it was still moist – and most importantly, that it smelled and tasted delicious.
Thank you Mr. Roberts!
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Kevin Godbee is the Publisher & Editor in Chief of Pipes Magazine. Kevin started smoking pipes and cigars in 1998 and started an online cigar magazine & community site in 2005. (The site was acquired in 2008 and no longer exists.) He launched PipesMagazine.com in 2009, and in less than three years the site has become the largest trafficked pipe smoking related site, and the #1 Source for Pipes and Pipe Tobacco Information. In the beginning of his career, Kevin worked in the hobby and specialty toy business for 16 years in sales, marketing, advertising and product development for three different manufacturers, and with his own company. Over the last 10 years working in the online business, he has become an expert in Internet Marketing and SEO. Kevin is a Certified Master Tobacconist (CMT) through Tobacconist University, a member of Cigar Rights of America and is a "Media Member" of the International Premium Cigar & Pipe Retailers Association. In his spare time he sings, plays guitar, cooks, and enjoys all the wonderful places to go and things to do in beautiful downtown St. Petersburg, Florida where he lives in his penthouse bachelor pad. Kevin has been smoking pipes and cigars for 15 years. |
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Thanks for the great photos. The enlargements show fantastic detail. It must have been a wonderful treat indeed! (Great learning experience and trip back in time too!) Romeo’s generosity and selflessness is extraordinary. A class act all the time!
Nifty story all the way around. (By the way: I hate you.)
So glad y’all enjoyed it in good company, Kevin, I only wish I could have stayed another day at the show. It was really too much to absorb in two short days.
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For my money, it’s a damned consistent product over all this time, Sam. It’s certainly [i]much[/i] darker (in person it’s really more of a dull black; the flash on the camera seemed to bring out a lot more of the ruby brown color), and that’s owing entirely to the age. Imagine how you’d look after 50+ years in an airtight container! The good news is that this means what you’re buying today should be just as amazing half a century down the road. I’ve become rather obsessed with this tobacco, admittedly, and have gone to great lengths procuring these old vintages–in fact, if anyone reading this has some they’d like to unload, just shoot me a message and we’ll strike a deal. I did chat with a guy who had a cutter-top tin, but he wasn’t interested in letting it go…sigh.
Kevin and Romeowood: fascinating experience, great pictures and great review! Would you mind briefly saying how the 50 yr. old Escudo compares to a fresher tin? Was there a great difference in flavor and aroma, or just a few nuances? It’s not often you get to hear how an ancient vintage (in pipe tobacco years) contrasts with its newer incarnation, and some feedback on this would be valuable for those of us trying to decide how long to cellar coveted blends.
Incredible. Thanks for sharing the pictures and the story. It’s no wonder an old Cope’s tin is getting as much as it does on Flea-Bay.
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The newer stuff does not display the Perique-pepper, and has its’ sweetness a little more up-front. The aged tobacco was more subtle in sweetness. Overall, the Perique seems more hidden in the newer tobacco, and less subtle in the aged.
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I should have said this in the article: My tastes were off in Chicago. The change in climate from my hot, humid state of Florida to the cooler, drier Chicago-area changed my taste.
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Every time I smoked an English blend (which is what I smoke the most, but I like almost everything), it didn’t taste good. When I smoked Virginias or Virginia/Perque, they tasted much better than the oddly no-taste English blends.
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Escudo is a Virginia / Perique, but I do not know how my tasting abilities could have still been thrown off. This is why I didn’t put this post in the Tobacco Reviews section, and made it a blog post / story.
Thanks for sharing your experience with the vintage Escudo, Kevin.
It was quite generous of Romeowood to leave it with you to share.