On the Fourth Day Of Christmas... Persevering with the Rattray's Sterling Flake, this time in a Kiplay bent briar with horn stem and orific bit. Yes, quite a decent smoke, predominant toffee notes under a citrus tang, more than enough nictone to remind you you've had a smoke, but I find myself thinking: it doesn't ring your joy bells, matey, life is short, you can do better than this so just jar the rest of that stuff and slice up some Dark Plug - and so I shall. The year turns, so I've been sowing early Lyon Prizetaker leeks, Black Crimean tomatoes and Bedfordshire Champion onions. It's just a couple of degrees above freezing in the greenhouse, and I'm perished. Warming up by the stove with some Kraken rum.
