I'm just gonna swing at the blends in the lead...
Rouxgaroux (whatever the hell that is) -1
FVF -1
Also...
@telescopes may vote again since Orlik kicked the bucket.
Living:
Anomalous - Sutliff - 17
Brown Twist #4 - SG -
21
Dockworker - HU -
10
Rouxgaroux - WCC -
22
1989 - Erik Stokkebye -
17
Full Virginia Flake - SG -
22
Rich Dark Honeydew - GH - 18
Bob's Chocolate Flake - GH -
19
Flake - Peterson (Dunhill) - 13
Dark Bird's Eye - GH -
13
Deceased:
Grape - Captain Black
Match 20 - Sutliff
Hogshead - Seattle Pipe Club
Royal - Captain Black
Royal Yacht - Peterson
Exclusive - C&D
Stratfordshire - C&D
Mixture #79 - Sutliff
Aged Burley Flake - Solani
From Beyond - C&D
Pegasus - C&D
Holly's Non Plus Ultra - Dan
Dorchester - Esoterica
No. 69 - Peter Henrichs
Maple Shadows - Sutliff
American Cut Plug - Watch City
Squadron Leader - SG
Luxury Navy Flake - Peter Stokkebye
Lancer Slices - F&K
Wintertime Flake - SG
Black - Sillem's
Skiff Mixture - SG
Red Virginia - Robert McConnell
Oriental Silk - C&D
Ennerdale - GH
Golden Sliced - Orlik
A titan of sorts has fallen. One of the most legendary offerings in the history of the tinny industry: Orlik Golden Slices. I remember the first time I saw a tin of it, I was confused. To me it looked like the Quaker Oats guy dressed as a rather confused nun. It made me nun to curious to try it.
With Orlik's death, we reach the final 10. Throughout this game, glories have been had, enemies vanquished, legends crafted and subsequently demolished. I believe it was the grizzled old wizard Gandalf who once declared that a wizard is never early nor late, but arrives precisely when he means to. It's impossible to predict what lies in the road ahead in this war of sorts, but one fact holds saliently true:
@telescopes is no wizard. He always arrives with fresh bandages, ready to heal his favorite blend... mere moments after its head and body have become strangers.
If this game was the movie 127 hours,
@telescopes would show up with a crow bar, a chain, and an intricate system of pulleys... but not until Franco had already worked through the meat and his pocketknife was getting a taste for bone. Good luck getting
that image outta the head!