So, I'm about halfway through my first tin of many.
I'm not gonna lie when I opened the tin the tin the first time I had been smoking some heavy lat bombs for a week or so. It smelled like dirt, not loam, not grass, just dust and dirt. I thought to myself "Josh your a slave to the lady with the yellow fingers. You know without nicotine you turn into the biggest bastard ever. We'll smoke a bowl even if it's mildly palatable you can jar it up and save it for a day when your broke, out of everything else with nicotine in it, and really hard up." Sounds great right?
I packed it up into a fresh cob, and it felt a little dryer than I was used too, not like dried out, just dry kinda bland. I stared at it moodily for a minute or two, picked up my zippo and gave it a char light. Those of you who like to mention that the tin note isn't always a good indication of the tobacco can start fist pumping now. Under the flame the flavor and scent of the tobacco blossomed forth. I could really get the earthiness of the per. Suddenly that dirt gave forth life. A rich loamy flavor with, almost mossy notes. It really did remind me of my time in Mississippi. When me and the guys would go out hiking in the swamps. I sat back enjoyed the flavors, as each drag pulled me in a little deeper into the swamps I remembered from tech school. Back to happy days with my little band of wing-men, to crawdad boils and beers out at that little fricking shack of a restaurant. To the girls I knew back then, crazy swamp raised girls. Girls who's momma married a soldier, cause us soldiers were such good men. Back to bar fights, with my buddies to back me up. Back to that short period in time where I was in the best shape of my life,I was old enough to drink, and I still didn't have any real responsibilities, just had to show up to class.
In an MM legend it gives me about forty five minutes to an hour to enjoy those memories. I'm getting the packing and breathing right now so it doesn't need more than maybe one relight.
It does leave a bit of dottle but that seems to be more the pipes fault as everything leaves some dottle in that one. The stem is just a hair high, and I've been to busy to sit down and fix it.
It smokes like a dream out of my Boswell and leaves a not but fine dust to sit in my ashtray till I get around to making up some mud to fix a few high stems.
Frog Morton "On the Bayou"? Yeah it's earned a spot on my TAD list I'm gonna need to keep a nice stock of it.
special thanks to Eaglerico for sending it my way in the PM2012SS. It's amazing and with life being a little wonky around here, I certainly needed that trip down memory lane to clear my head
I'm not gonna lie when I opened the tin the tin the first time I had been smoking some heavy lat bombs for a week or so. It smelled like dirt, not loam, not grass, just dust and dirt. I thought to myself "Josh your a slave to the lady with the yellow fingers. You know without nicotine you turn into the biggest bastard ever. We'll smoke a bowl even if it's mildly palatable you can jar it up and save it for a day when your broke, out of everything else with nicotine in it, and really hard up." Sounds great right?
I packed it up into a fresh cob, and it felt a little dryer than I was used too, not like dried out, just dry kinda bland. I stared at it moodily for a minute or two, picked up my zippo and gave it a char light. Those of you who like to mention that the tin note isn't always a good indication of the tobacco can start fist pumping now. Under the flame the flavor and scent of the tobacco blossomed forth. I could really get the earthiness of the per. Suddenly that dirt gave forth life. A rich loamy flavor with, almost mossy notes. It really did remind me of my time in Mississippi. When me and the guys would go out hiking in the swamps. I sat back enjoyed the flavors, as each drag pulled me in a little deeper into the swamps I remembered from tech school. Back to happy days with my little band of wing-men, to crawdad boils and beers out at that little fricking shack of a restaurant. To the girls I knew back then, crazy swamp raised girls. Girls who's momma married a soldier, cause us soldiers were such good men. Back to bar fights, with my buddies to back me up. Back to that short period in time where I was in the best shape of my life,I was old enough to drink, and I still didn't have any real responsibilities, just had to show up to class.
In an MM legend it gives me about forty five minutes to an hour to enjoy those memories. I'm getting the packing and breathing right now so it doesn't need more than maybe one relight.
It does leave a bit of dottle but that seems to be more the pipes fault as everything leaves some dottle in that one. The stem is just a hair high, and I've been to busy to sit down and fix it.
It smokes like a dream out of my Boswell and leaves a not but fine dust to sit in my ashtray till I get around to making up some mud to fix a few high stems.
Frog Morton "On the Bayou"? Yeah it's earned a spot on my TAD list I'm gonna need to keep a nice stock of it.
special thanks to Eaglerico for sending it my way in the PM2012SS. It's amazing and with life being a little wonky around here, I certainly needed that trip down memory lane to clear my head
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