Excellent, thanks for the detailed response. I'll get a couple ounces and give it a go
I've tried to enjoy the Lakeland toppings. Believe me, I've tried to see it your way. And while I appreciate that there are people who see the nuances and tobacco-complimentary nature of these toppings,
to me they are generally antithetical to why I smoke a pipe. They are so strong, so diametrically opposed to the carachteristics of pipe tobacco, that, despite my best efforts, I end up feeling like someone shit in the pool. And it wasn't a good, healthy, solid, well-segmented bowel movement, either. It was Taco Bell and a bad hoagie. Month old roast beef and pork sausage left out on the counter in the heat of summer for a week. A really cheap caterer at a wedding that never should have happened and will-end-violently-within-the-month kind of liquidous excretion.
Am I getting my point across here?
Not that I don't like aromatics. There are several that I'm hooked on, like the My Own Blend "Den Kongelige Livgard" and it's variants. Comoy Cask No. 2. Hell, I even smoke my own Frankenstein, "War Horse" from time to time. But the Lakelands just take me back to that box of John Wannamaker soap that my mom kept in the hall closet. Am I repressing memories? Did mom lock me in the hall closet with the soap from time to time? No, mom's psyops were more subtle than that. More focused. To this day, I can't eat gefilte fish without donating unreasonable amounts of money that I don't have to the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society. And they've been mostly irrelevant since 1948.
I'll discuss this further with my therapist next week, but I don't think that's going to change my visceral distaste for Lakeland.
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