I love Dreams of Kadath. The other night I had quite an enjoyable time with a bit of port and Miskatonic Mixture. So I bought C&Ds Awakened Elder to see if there is something to the Old Ones series. I had read about it before and it seemed a cluster of tobaccos haphazardly thrown together. I couldn't taste it by reading its description so I stayed away. But I'm glad I finally took the plunge.
On a warm, rainy day in Florida I was surprised at how the elements played their part. Upon lighting, the Orientals wet the palate and construct somewhat of a hallway of doors through which each of the other components will enter. But only for a time, possibly leaving as quickly as they've entered, and without rhyme or reason. Its possible two or more mingle in the hallway at once, but if so, I'm not able to detect. Instead, as one reviewer wrote, it seems as though the varieties are fighting to be the star of the show. I disagree. I taste no conflict. Nobody pushes the other out. When one enters the other departs gracefully. And there are times when the hallway remains empty for a stretch, while we wait to see what the Orientals will awaken next. Latakia? Cavendish? Virginia? Burley? Perique? Maybe that's what the name is referring to. Or not. Either way, since my first bowl I've not been able to shake my interest in venturing down its corridor. Not knowing what to expect is delightful, and haunting.
On a warm, rainy day in Florida I was surprised at how the elements played their part. Upon lighting, the Orientals wet the palate and construct somewhat of a hallway of doors through which each of the other components will enter. But only for a time, possibly leaving as quickly as they've entered, and without rhyme or reason. Its possible two or more mingle in the hallway at once, but if so, I'm not able to detect. Instead, as one reviewer wrote, it seems as though the varieties are fighting to be the star of the show. I disagree. I taste no conflict. Nobody pushes the other out. When one enters the other departs gracefully. And there are times when the hallway remains empty for a stretch, while we wait to see what the Orientals will awaken next. Latakia? Cavendish? Virginia? Burley? Perique? Maybe that's what the name is referring to. Or not. Either way, since my first bowl I've not been able to shake my interest in venturing down its corridor. Not knowing what to expect is delightful, and haunting.
