For 30 years, I used to like moist tobacco. I was perfectly content to smoke it as it came out of the tin. The sky's were blue, the clouds were fluffy and the birds were singing their songs happily. Then the chuckleheads here on this forum were all like "It's got to be dry! It tastes better dry!" Of course, it's advice from the internet and half of them are either alcoholics, general miscreants or one flat tire's frustration away from shooting the president crazy so I took it with a grain of salt. Then I left some tobacco out and it dried. Now, I could have gone down to my cellar, pulled out some new tobacco and tried it. But being the lazy SOB (no, its true! My mom wasn't a pleasant woman) I am, I rallied my inner fat guy and smoked it anyways. Damned it the chuckleheads weren't right, it did taste better! So now I dry it all. It just goes to show you that you are never too dumb to learn. Except one dog I had. He was just a box of rocks. His sister was the USCA Schutzhund Grand Champion. He could barely make it down the stairs without tripping or lift his leg to pee without toppling over.