I'm usually one of those that often shed a silent tear (and clench a fist in righteous anger) at the thought of all the poor, ruined espresso beans and scotch whiskeys out there being cruelly diluted and tainted with the flavor shots and coca colas of the world. That being said, I did wake up this morning and place a coin of Dunhill Navy Rolls (the re-release, don't worry) together with a coin of Newminster Round Slices, and half a flake of Mac Baren Bold Kentucky, on my chopping board, and hack it all into cute little cubes before gravity feeding it into my largest bowl. I let it mix a little on the board, but generally the order went: Dunhill at the bottom, Bold Kentucky in the middle, Newminster on top. I am now happily puffing away in hippocracy... and if that's not a real word, well, so much the better. Hypocrisy? I don't care.