All kinds of disasters have been occurring lately down here in Texas. COVID, of course, which has also struck the entire world. Record cold and ice & snow storms combined with an antiquated utility system left us without power for days, and we couldn't ride anywhere because our horses are not used to snow and ice and they kept sliding off the roads if we saddled up and ventured out.
But the worst disaster of all struck my shop yesterday afternoon. I had been sent a beautifully preserved 100g tin of McClelland's year 1991 Matured Virginia No. 25 to sell on consignment for a customer. The tin was really puffed up on both the top and bottom - a good thing, as it indicated a load of fermentation gasses within. Before selling, I always remove the plastic lids just for a quick check to make sure there is no rust anywhere. I set the tin down on my desk and slowly began to remove the plastic lid. All of a sudden I hear a loud BOOM! Both the plastic lid and the entire inner tin top shot up into the air. The plastic lid landed where you see it in the photo but the tin top was on the floor about three feet away from my desk. And pipe tobacco was all over the place.
When I came to my senses, I first checked my body to make sure that I had not been injured by tobacco shrapnel, then I grabbed a tissue. Why, because I had started crying like a baby.
Steve
But the worst disaster of all struck my shop yesterday afternoon. I had been sent a beautifully preserved 100g tin of McClelland's year 1991 Matured Virginia No. 25 to sell on consignment for a customer. The tin was really puffed up on both the top and bottom - a good thing, as it indicated a load of fermentation gasses within. Before selling, I always remove the plastic lids just for a quick check to make sure there is no rust anywhere. I set the tin down on my desk and slowly began to remove the plastic lid. All of a sudden I hear a loud BOOM! Both the plastic lid and the entire inner tin top shot up into the air. The plastic lid landed where you see it in the photo but the tin top was on the floor about three feet away from my desk. And pipe tobacco was all over the place.
When I came to my senses, I first checked my body to make sure that I had not been injured by tobacco shrapnel, then I grabbed a tissue. Why, because I had started crying like a baby.
Steve